FOR OLD TIME’S SAKE

 

 

Fat and happy bovine string
of shiny-hided flesh upon their hay
somewhere wrapped in a dusty haze
awaiting rain

               apart from the appetites of men
and women like them, hungry for more
ground addicted to water wasted
raising crops.

Good company, these young heifers
who can read our minds and hearts—
perceptive beings who trust in us
that we prefer

               oblivious to the ravenous
machine designed to incorporate
everything with promises of hay
until we’re gone.

 

2 responses to “FOR OLD TIME’S SAKE

  1. Well John–I’m in the cow business, and need and love rain. I do like my veggies too.

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