Classic Poem

Luminous cows, mysterious cows, with inscrutable hides, enter the celestial passage, one after the other, graceful, jingling into the vast stretching emptiness. From comet to comet, planet to planet, space to space, their tails move like hands shooing the bees of falsehood from the honey of the gods.

Cows enter the heavenly passageway,
and from beyond their horns the evening assumes the rites
of thunder and virility.