← v5n1, Spring 2006
Poetry · Volume 5, Number 1

The Cow Can’t Fear Something Eternal

Cowboy song with no words

to the cows—the one inspired

by your dream of tying a steak

just isn’t true.

If I spoke to the spirit of the cow, and if it was unusual

and impassable—then I would tell her

what she gave up on so easily. And if the cow said nothing in the end?

I’d call her Pan,

I’d call her Vice-President of My Heart. I’d say

Come on, just one night.