Udder Meaning

Backyard Bodhisatva of Lactation,
arching her stomachs in
the prairie sun.

Her eyes speak of
untold dull universes,
spectral histories floating
like milstone vespers in twilight-
sad lovers who always and will always find an end.

Oh Bloated Belly,
How long have you been here,
ginding leaves of grass
in the samsara doldrums-
insides churning to
spew apocalypto sized shit.

What do you hear?
your parabola ears bent
like autistic satelites
channeling the voices of
ebony eyed stars…
supernoval afterbirths adrift
towards the chomping pull of the bovine.

To you they will come,
prostrating SUVs on State Route 62,
crane necked pilgrims attaining
enlightenment at 88 miles per hour-
ohm goes the engine…
to spread the word of moo.