
We lift up the scum of the earth (get up)
for sandwiches, raise the most common ungulates
for ice cream sexiness, for wheelbarrows, for purses and shit.
Or, whoa, this cow is my mother.
Go get your genome mapped.
The second to adopt a last name confused one cow for three, fine fat beauties they were, three cows and a forced marriage. The cows were kind to each other. And even as we are rushing forward into a poem about the interconnectedness of life forms, the three cows were shot in their heads and throughout their bodies. Can one woman milk three cows? Of course she can.
Thus one may refer to "three cattle" or "some cattle", but not "one cattle". There is no universal cattle. Cows are American. They come home with lonely bellies alongside clover pockets, they give birth to human children, they can't even recognize Christmas.
Back up. An ox is nothing more than a mature bovine with an "education". College is for animals to get better at figuring out what's being asked of them.



















