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| thinking of december 24th on october 15th 2000 there is nothing (visible) on this hill this midnight apart from the cow the cow who stares at my approach (takes a step backwards) who nuzzles when i'm close smearing my coat with thick saliva her heavy tongue on my hand greedy for the grass that i hold only a cow on this hill grey in the light that was trapped when day escaped a cow on a hill in october fed grass by a stranger the breath of the cow on my face and in my mouth bovine eternal a glimpse of the manger |  |