Cow

After saint francis and the sow

It’s hard to fathom 

whether this Indian Cow 

was born divine

or if divinity was thrust upon her

suiting her bovine soul

in her hefty forgetfulness. 

Inky eyes ajar 

like letter boxes

expecting deliverance,

glorious horns of no use

simply ornamental,

careless hoofs 

strutting lines of desire with traffic, 

knowing she will never 

be demanded for this flesh.