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The Cow




The Cow

My broad back bent
From years of carrying
The type of weight
Fat people take for granted.

Strong as an ox
Bones compressed
Teeth ground to stubs
Acres to go before I sleep.

Dependable, steady
Rocky constant.
I live without understanding
How substantial I am.

Moving with a slow lumber,
Mincing in careful step,
I pause the methodical of my life
To ruminate.

Things change
And the sun rises.
I do what’s in front of me to do
Until they eat me.

                                    Mike Brady
                                    December 2004

In Greek


Η αγελάδα

ευρεία πίσω λυγισμένα μου
Από τα χρόνια της λογιστικής
Ο τύπος του βάρους
Λίπος άνθρωποι παίρνουν για δεδομένος.

Ισχυρή όσο ένα βόδι
οστά συμπιεσμένο
Δόντια έδαφος για στελέχη
Στρέμματα για να πάει πριν κοιμηθώ.

Αξιόπιστη, σταθερή
Rocky σταθερή.
Ζω χωρίς κατανόηση
Πόσο σημαντικό είμαι.

Κινείται με αργή ξυλεία,
Άλεσμα σε προσεκτικό βήμα,
Διακόπτω τη μεθοδική της ζωής μου
Για να στοχαζόμαστε.

Τα πράγματα αλλάζουν
Και ο ήλιος ανατέλλει.
Θα κάνουμε ό, τι είναι μπροστά μου να κάνω
Μέχρι να με φάνε.


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