A Cow Farm in Texas
There’s a cow farm in Texas,
And it just exploded.
The cows are dead now—
Ash in their urns of hay.
They said that they’re dead,
That they’ll be “destroyed”.
The cows are alive.
Where are their cries?
Moving like clockwork,
Crammed and Imploding.
Mega and Industrious and Unstoppable.
They harmonise their terror.
Gargling dairy and spitting it out,
Avoid what’s inside.
Draw curtains closed on
The Great Cattle Blaze.
They’re charred and grilled,
Don’t eat that now!
Billowing smoke burning alive.
Lobsters of the Green Rural and burning Grass.
Everything’s on fire.
The chickens and the cows and the grass.
It’s spreading, mad cow.
An orange foil outburst of Methane.
A mushroom cloud!
It was the honey badger!
He did it, not us!
Plea to them and move on and forget!
Black and white spotted tragedy,
Greek and Poetic and suffering evermore.
Carcasses in landfill of the scorching sun.
Flying too close to it all.
We are not different.
We have burned them, burned it all to the ground.
Melted the beeswax and applauded our destruction.
Detonated the Warheads for a moment of bonfire!
And we bleed their juices,
Build from their bones,
Raging our War.
The earth weeps her song.
She cannot control the fires,
There are too many cows—
Everywhere and searing
And the fire rages on.
Once all the cows are dead
The chickens and the lobsters
When the fire has burned them
The fire will burn us too.
WORDS: Luke Reid
the assembly
shutter clicks
parents clap
in the front row.
history hidden
behind that smile
etched for me.
perfect pair
work together
at the assembly.
they don’t know
where we are
anymore.
sink their straws
through kindness
of tortured hearts.
plaster me on
billboards for
worldwide uproar.
bottle up the
giggles and tear
him apart.
erase me from
your memory
swiftly
or be forced
to remember
the home
where you were
buried by the
assembly.
build up an abbey
of defenders
before the convent
returns with pictures
of the violence
inherited from you.
WORDS: Luke Reid
