An ancient saga tells us how <br />In the beginning the First Cow <br />(For nothing living yet had birth <br />But Elemental Cow on earth) <br />Began to lick cold stones and mud: <br />Under her warm tongue flesh and blood <br />Blossomed, a miracle to believe: <br />And so was Adam born, and Eve. <br />Here now is chaos once again, <br />Primeval mud, cold stones and rain. <br />Here flesh decays and blood drips red, <br />And the Cow’s dead, the old Cow’s dead.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-cow-farm/
