The Cow
My broad back bent
from years of carry
the type of weight
fat people take for granted.
Strong as an ox
Bones compressed
Teeth ground to stubs
Acres to go before I sleep.
Dependable, steady
rocky constant
I live without understanding
how substantial I am.
I feel with a slow lumber,
move with careful steps,
and pause the methodical of my life
to ruminate.
Things change
and the sun rises
I do what’s in front of me to do
until they eat me.
by Mike Brady
by Mike Brady
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