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Black cows Meat ghosts in the mist What animal contemplations Are breathing warmly through your thick shadow flesh? I see our thumb prints on you We guide the filling of your flanks Through generations. We do not loose Our child-drive to touch things. I want to reach out to you now pat your dark domestic head. You are cattle. I am human. This is pasture. See the unevenly woven web We have spun And now we are dizzy. I am unsure where the balance should rest Between wilds and wanders and the human hand, Itself belonging to something wild if unrecognized Behind the shell of our own furless skulls. So I focus on the drops of dew Clinging to the web strings In this early morning mist And resist the urge to touch them.
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
Black Cows
Black cows Meat ghosts in the mist What animal contemplations Are breathing warmly through your thick shadow flesh? I see our thumb prints on you We guide the filling of your flanks Through generations. We do not loose Our child-drive to touch things. I want to reach out to you now pat your dark domestic head. You are cattle. I am human. This is pasture. See the unevenly woven web We have spun And now we are dizzy. I am unsure where the balance should rest Between wilds and wanders and the human hand, Itself belonging to something wild if unrecognized Behind the shell of our own furless skulls. So I focus on the drops of dew Clinging to the web strings In this early morning mist And resist the urge to touch them.
Written August 4, 2012 Dedicated to Natalie Burns
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kkt
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
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