an old cow


the sun is an old cow asleep in the sky

standing on her shaky legs

and suckling us with stumblingly clumsy love

we do not want


soon she shall lie behind these wistful

hills and the moon shall trot like a calf

to daybreak again, staggering after

her forgetful mother


rehearsing heaven and smelly memory

as we fall to earth again and wakefulness

tidy as tadpoles, we wait for her heaven

forever, only the sky is ever naked


we just get undressed. memories -

they help us to forget



- David McLean