The Cow

the cow

The old cow walked in the African sun
His watered eyes resigned to the task.

Dusted hoofs in last year’s furrows
trod the field once again
the routine the same as every time
the path just deeper.
Turning soil to find more soil.
Last year’s maze had just saved the family
(The cow was unaware of this)
But this year the wheat
would also make his bed of straw.
(The cow did not know this either)
He felt the harness tighten.

The wooden mouldboard unearthed
Buried rock
behind the old man walked in the African sun.
Rock blisters on his hands.

His watered eyes resigned to the task.

© (Löst Viking) (July 10th 2015) John Anthony Fingleton

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