Edict – a poem by Karina Tynan

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I dreamed of a cow up to her knees in brown water and a bull 

on a high hill, hooves planted deep and able for all winds.

Bulging from his forehead was a sacred horn full of rightness

and foreboding; the enemy of all the mystics in the world.

 

The cow stayed on in the water. Weeds grew up around her 

until she became a parody of herself. 

Centuries came, millenniums; everything stayed the same 

until the sacred horn was emptied of all presentiment, 

 

until the earth cracked, weeds spread their seeds, anomalous and strange,

squalled into a brand new day where a small bird flew from cow to bull 

and sang a song not heard in all their certain years. 

A small bird sang that all she knew was she still flew.

 

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