Today Memory is a Staked Cow Grazing
These days remembering:
an dull throb yeah? won’t you say? straight through
memory
it takes excessive
lengths makes
itself the iron
stake we’ve chained
out our dairy cow every early morning
she’d steam release the heat
of the night of the barn the links clink
while she grazed raised her great
black and white face and made to look
into me and I watched and wanted
(but I was afraid
of those horns)
to talk her into
knowing me
the way people should
but would not didn’t
want to
straight as that iron stake and she’s the strangest sun
dial her moving mowing down
the sometimes green sometimes blond
grass and along the way
random
and instinctive as need
her piles
of shit;
In the closing
of the day she’d walk
right through it she would
flatten everything she made her way
days soft clay soft warm wax soft
making her way now their way
falling off
with each lift
these days
(we stand and eat we need what maybe we need we press
the cool two barrel muzzle
we use
to let her loose
and we walk through too
we leave
tracks all the way
to the length of the chain
we’re all every one of us
staked out
on
grazing
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