2152: A Sad Cow [in Uckfield]

I came face-to-face with
a sad cow [in Uckfield] –
weighty & miserable – a

sourness of auld smells
& its stench put me into
Morocco – a ripped hide
among a hundred other

stripped creatures [that
I have handled] – & then
I was fucking in Israel as

scarce water sluiced my
layer of cow shed sweat
[a froth on a girlfriend’s
heavy breasts – that sex

was splendid – then] – in
a slow sweep it rejoined
other cattle – rattling off

over that low red bridge
where it’s dark herd was
stood – immobile [apart
from grinding dry grass]

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