Grasslands (Malabar Mind - Poems)

In the sun stained pasture
The cows live
Ruled by their four stomachs.
Eat. Shit. Whisk a tail.
Chew some cud
and some more.
Let the bull fuck you
In the only way he knows how.
Roll your eyes at the farmer
Probably he'll see you
As more than a little mark
He makes on a clipboard
Seated in his red trailer truck.
So that when the calf arrives
He'll let you keep it awhile.
The cow's only expression is its moo.

- anita nair

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