• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09


The long haired cow
Chews peacefully
She does not choose
To feed you and me

Highland cow 
With winding horn
Stands centre stage
At the centre of the storm
You chew the cud
You’re not to blame
What do they call you?
I’ll give you a name

Ophelia, Ophelia,
Look into the lens
Nymph in thy orisons
Be all our sins remembered –
Riverbed parched
The earth shrinks
Only you, Ophelia
Could save our sanity

Your part in the play
Must end, you know
Sweets to the sweet
It’s time to let you go.