• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09

Cow Forlorn

Thy crumpled horn
Holds up the troubled sky
Our high risen homes
Our dry burning roads
Encroach upon 
Even the moon
And your feet staunch in mud
Stamp new life into birth
Great green branches
Enwrapping your face
Your rusted coat nearly hides
Your kind trusting eyes
Dear one may you find
Tender grass and cool earth 
May tender leaves shelter 
Your soft moist snout
And may the cool lake
Welcome us both