HORNED GRAY COW

 

 

We may be the gods
in a cow’s short life
of few interruptions:

water, shade to grazing
day after day, calf after calf—
we appear when needed

most with hay, a taste
to insure devotion. Horn
in her head, she remembers

the relief, the chute, the saw,
that assuaged the pain.
She prays for our arrival.

 

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