Bulk of the Heifer

Bulk of the heifer

The smell of rain caught in the bulk of a heifer
The faded treasure map lining,
The world surrounding the body.
The oak tree bark, hard with a veiny grain
Pockets, and pockets,
Oozing the whiff of tobacco
And crunch of receipts.

His rosebush body in the oak tree bark
The core of the inside-out earth
But the reflection of the wood
Shows his travelled tone.

I wore it once,
I sunk into the warmth of the world
Cosy in the bulk of the heifer
Encased in the protection like an acorn
My arms flopped, unable to move for the mass of cow and bark and world
around me.

After searching and
Squirming in my new womb
I found the 'rizzlas', insignificant perhaps
The cow released my arms
And rolled and smoked in the
warmth of his cocoon