Wet

Wet

(Sheep Falls on The Henry’s Fork)

Battered, bruised, broken;

I cannot move for pain.

Thousands undivided:

Pressing down on my skin

Their jaws devour my flesh,

Guiding bits on with their damp

Saliva and blood.

The torrential battle forever

Raging on: the pressure consumes me.

Those below scream for help,

For friendship.

Friends now enemies and enemies

Friends as each tattered break

Moves us closer toward eternity’s end.

Some call me endless –

A base, a foundation, a rock –

But here I am, wounded,

Water’s oppressed foe.

Droplets a battalion

Ending my everlasting soul.

Time and pressure plague all.