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Gratitude (Free verse) by Dovina

On summer hills, a heavy bull eats brittle brown grass, and every bite tastes good. I see it in his face and wonder if he remembers the green blades of winter, or finds a duty of the living to pleasure in what the dead cannot, a gratitude for the running and mating that made this small pleasure possible.

Dovina 1-Jul-05/3:57 PM
Surely you have seen enjoyment in a cow’s face while eating; I mean while the cow was eating. So the anthropomorphosis problem is not in the pleasure of eating, but in relating the pleasure to ancestors who made eating possible. If I were to fancy that kind of thinking in a gazelle or lion, for example, how is that more plausible than a nose-ringed bull? Anyway, the analogy to human thinking is what I’m aiming for, as you know—the way I sometimes feel grateful for the courting and sex that make this hamburger enjoyable.

Maybe I’ll go at it from another angle.




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