A response to Joseph Auslander’s poem: In Envy of Cows
Why poeticize about the non-life of a cow,
and why the envy?
As the cow tastes the edge of August,
it licks at the knife edge –
that turns the flavour of lush pastures
into offal.
Tongue fed to the September dogs that
yesterday
nipped at her ankles,
before being cruelly wrenched away
from their autumn
dinner.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2019
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