Western Australia
Boiling and roaring by day,
the shearing shed traps heat, noise and sweat
while thousands of sheep pass through, sliding
on floors and ramps to leave their wool
to the snarling machines and barking dogs.
At night in the blissful cool
the shed releases it all and goes quiet,
except for the splash of a possum or fox
that falls in the water tank
where it circles and circles,
unable to climb out.
Published in Prole
S.C. Flynn 