Owen Sheers - Late Spring lyrics

It made me feel like a man when I helped my grandfather castrate the early lambs picking the hard orange O-rings from the plastic bag and stretching them across the made-to-purpose tool, heavy and steel-hard in the sun, while he turned one between his legs to play it like a cello. Spreading the pink unwooled skin at their groins he'd coax them up into the sack, one-handed, like a man milking, two soaped beans into a delicate purse while gesturing with his other for the tool, a pliers in reverse, Which I'd pa** to him then stand and stare as he let his clenched fist open to crown them. We did the tails too while we were there so when I walked the field weeks later, both could be counted; the tails scattered like catkins among the windfall of our morning's work - a strange harvest of the seeds we'd sown.