The Living

Lamb and sheep

lay side by side

and goes

the earth below.

Awake at rise

of sun and skies

because

they do not know.

That men do fight

and **** and thrive

on blood

of other men.

Of food and life,

of grief and strive,

no yield

nor without bend.

Through hills and lakes

the nocturnes sound

and still

knowledge eludes.

Or do they lie,

not with their mouths,

because

they know the Truth.

For they will live,

and we will die;

Cattle,

their keep alive.

And so they sleep,

stories they tell

themselves

in bleat and baa.

They do not speak

of what they can’t,

how true

can sophists be.

For with the sheep

and lamb we lie,

we lie

to keep alive.

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