cows two days before a funeral
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Proverbs 26:11
When Queen Elizabeth is dead, brown cows
Will, still, be lying in the Windsor fields.
The autumn fields will hint at death. Beasts drowse
Unknowing. Chewing of the cud there yields
No insight into majesty though stone
Gray castle walls might loom within their view
If only brown eyes looked. The regal crone
Will soon be buried here while, still, mouths chew
Regurgitated grass. One thinks of kings
Beheaded by the English and the French —
And monarchy recalled, disgusting things
Regurgitated, stuff to make one blench.
The French and English both return to eat
Their vomit, belching crowns, and regal seat.
~ Phillip Whidden
