Dead Cow Farm — Robert Graves
September 26th, 2022 | Poetry | journalpulp | No CommentsDEAD COW FARM An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud: Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe: And so was Adam born, and Eve. Here now is […]
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