When the Herd Hears

Special sauce:
lettuce pray
hors d’oeuvres

Ye who graze with the herd
hear ye the spirit of Isaiah’s child,
for by grazing, a word is not heard
and the lettuce has gone trampled

Come ye believers; onward
to the green grass of love
where even the lamb
dwells well with the wolf:

Lo, his touch is gentle
like kid gloves of compassion
and the lion kindly laughs.