Incarnate

Incarnate

— “Mission Accomplished”

Think of him as a wee
barnyard elf; farm help,
working off his low
elf-esteem,

hell bent to go beyond
all doubts of his worth
to mess with his beloved
sacred cow, on fire

for her lost deep eyes,
her supposed big heart,
her all-Americud chops
and heifer-perfect twat.

See him as two feet tall
with a twelve-inch cock,
standing on a large rock,
deflowering Daisy Mae.

Think of us as their calves,
our lower parts all hooves
and tail, our top halves
dim-witted dupes.

 

©James L. Ralston

 

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