earth

on a soft pillow
a black and white cat asleep.
bouncing in meadows.

the day rolls longer
towards a night that’s fallen
into the abyss.

the fat people
gather around the cow.
rather the cow’s titties.

but the cow is long dead.
it’s milk coagulated
like yellow puss.

might as well be blood.
it’s thick on their hands
drenched up to their sleeves.

the cow laughs last.
the phlegm a disguise
for your drowning demise.

sucking that milk
you and your ilk.
choke on that cheese
for god’s sake please.

stop killing the fatted cow.

the dead, wet, brown grass
knows of a slumbering death.
green shoots point to hope.

the snow is cold.
knows not the warmth of touch.
white as a virgin.

when the day lingers
and the snow thick as feathers.
spring has left weeping.