In Every Sheepfold
A black sheep banished
By meek lambs for breaking free
Of a wooden fence
While they stand motionless,
Carotid arteries waiting to be severed,
Shank cut so clean
The flesh mistakes a gash
For a warm pat.
So young that they could not remember
It was the doting farmer
Holding the knife.
Gretchen Filart is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and essayist from the Philippines. Her works center on motherhood, love, healing, nature, and intersectionalities, two of which received distinction from Phoebe’s Spring Poetry Contest and Navigator’s Travel Writing Competition. Connect with her on Twitter, Instagram, and Bluesky via @gretchenfilart or her website, ourworldinwords.com. She’s usually friendly.