“… and the cow jumped over the moon.”
You scared me half to death. Who
the hell are you? Don’t you know
not to sneak up on napping deities?
I thought you were a man!
I who rule the tides? Who
imprints her own timetable
in the willing flesh
of concupiscent daughters?
What daughters, where?
Earth women! Life givers!
Am I not a cow? Do I not give life?
Furthermore, I share my milk
with everyone. Even cats.
Listen, you overblown humbug
You’re not only one they worship!
Sacred cows make the best hamburger.
Endlessly you spin, tethered
on Earth’s apron strings;
I freely wander time and space,
incarnate roam all India…
Gobbling up the produce
of hard-working people
who plant their crops
according to my light.
Pale reflected light! My avatar
produced the Milky Way, each drop
of milk, a shining sun at play.
Be gone! Blasted bovine
with all your ilk-
purple, black, maroon,
red, white or dappled dun
“I never hope to see one!”
Not even if you beg, turn blue!
Farewell, fractious Moooooon…
©2015 Christine Irving