Thread idea: poems about DEATH
I dunno maybe it sounds gd in SpanishThe wounded cow lay down,
trees and streams climbing over its horns.
Its muzzle bled in the sky...
Tell the roots
and that child sharpening his knife
now they can eat the cow.
Above them, lights
and jugulars turn pale.
Four cloven hoofs tremble in the air...
No doubt while wearing special trousers & the cow's already been speared half to death in the blaze of noon, a redemptive enactment of a ritual as old as time etcCould you run a knife across the throat of a beautiful cow so that the circle of life may continue, woops?