The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Saturday 25 May 2013

Dairy Diary

Feeding on the white
          substance of another
In turn fed.
Toro Torus!
               Milky way
     Twilight maze
Grand cosmos 
     herdsman and 
     the starry night
Drinking from the udder 
     in the sky.
     Bovine stars*
               Ohh, Jupiter!
On cartons
in cartoons
On posters and billboards
          and electric 
          air waves.
Tomb of husbandry
     hold's
     the labyrinth
     of the minotaur
and
     whispers of the 
     Rape of Europa.
We rarely think
When we drink
     But consume, consume, consume.
the cosmos 
the cow
like the fasting cannibal.
     Holy cow 
     Hindi Devi
We consume our mother
and dance in the Milk,
                           Blood, 
                           Shit, 
                    and Piss.