CW: blood, death
A little lamb bleats
and bleats and we think
Aww he’s lost his mum
so we run up the hill
to help but the crows
have pecked out
his little lamb eyes
and his little lamb
tongue and there’s blood
around his little
lamb anus
where they’ve tried
to get to his innards
and where they’ll succeed
when we leave
and just a little up the hill
is an old slate quarry
where the water’s
so deep you can’t
imagine the bottom
and it’s the bluest thing
you’ve ever seen.
Dan Melling (he/him) is a writer. He was raised in Skegness but became a man on the high seas. His work has appeared in numerous places online and in print. He sometimes tweets at @melling_da.