cow pylon

cow pylon

there is a conference

of horses, bemused

in the breaking sun.

attempting to understand,

why the calf lies still,

cancer cold.

the belligerent wires

humming a secret truth

overhead.

there are more pylons in that field

than there are daisies.

this is what we’ve done,

with our greed,

for drip-feed media

and halogen hobs.

it’s not like talking

and fire didn’t work.