Disintegrated you will vanish,
Out of sight but not to perish;
In some form you will replenish
Could reappear without a blemish
In the flock.
Chosen from among the creatures,
A lamb in our salvation features
With blood so pure that it can free us
From all sin.
Whose body broken down will feed us:
Christ our King.
Thoughts on Seeing a Lamb Killed on the Road, by the bard, the late John MacAskill of Blackpoint, Grimsay. A Christian of great faith, dignity, character and humour (1925-2018).