“NO LIMITS” by David Subacchi


“Sheep Grazing” from Creative Commons

What use dry stones
dug from hard soil
to be piled one on another.
Sheep pay little attention.

They observe no limits.
We mark wool
and clip ears
for convenience.

But they go where they will
clambering over
all obstructions
on empty hillsides.

Bleating their protests
weaker than birdsong
or the hum
of passing traffic.

Why speak of preservation
for walls built to divide.
Touch them and they fall.
Let them lie in ruins.


David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and his poetry collections First Cut (2012) and Hiding in Shadows (2014) are with Cestrian Press. He is widely published in poetry magazines and on line journals especially in the UK and USA. David writes in English, Welsh and sometimes in Italian.