A Sonnet for Cows
The wide expance of fields--bovine Eden
Landscape off my moo, moo dreams calls to me
Thoughts of childhood cows gets my heart bleedin'
I want to graze the sky so set me free.
The Cow God looms in prophetic vision
Mooing of life, of death, of fields to come
Moment of bovine, heavenly fission;
Moo, moo parts will not equal moo, moo sum.
I am a child who yearns to graze with cows,
I am a man who seeks to herd with love
While Farmer Death prepares, readies his plows
To churn another plot, 'neath sun above.
We graze, he churns, but soon he'll get to us
To squeeze our milk or squeeze our very life.
~Tudor Idris Lewis~
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