Rain and all her nervous face
displays as she delivers tides
of good news on the xeric roof
is chilling in its honesty.
Shoats and farrow scamper in
on a soon hoof and narrow ramp
that leads into a jerrybuilt
hogcote of short asylum.
This brutal answer echoes hard
in runnings of the farmhands to
the wooden chapel where before
they knelt on rot for this to come.
