The Cow’s Bell
I became the cow for you.
I grew the horns and wore the bell
And from my dry lips only a braying fool
Could scarce turn a cracked tongue to speak
Of pelt blacker from bruises than birth
Of bones greener than the Promised Land's promised grass
And I, like the beast you convinced me I was
Dragged by the horns, I was flayed for my hide
Your voice slayed everything besides:
A cow's but a jest
And well-fostered hate burned the rest.
Nothing left but its bell,” said they
But when you came back, you saw
When from off my neck it fell, it had cracked.
"Cracked bell...cow's gone."