dummy

The unCow had waited and desperately
waited & was certain
it was a victim and was not a victim. It was
blue &spotted&
silver-spotted and
it was red.
It spoke of its being & of its being
of being false.

It was not going to
sparkleblueskies, brambles and
cool, far-away-up, far-from-Jesup,
away-up virginals, woodsclearingtotalbrush,
other unCows,
meandering and sweet grass. Tall
and tearful

but it was going to Moo
all by itself & keep Mooing
all by itself. It was going to
reap the air
with its beloved
steelwhiteteeth steelthorns
hurling thickrazor

of self which stopped as
There was fire.

The Angelus bellowed,
Save me. What it sounded like
was like a hiss. There was
not one to open it.