In my dream <br />I milked a cow, <br />the terrible udder <br />like a great rubber lily <br />sweated in my fingers <br />and as I yanked, <br />waiting for the moon juice, <br />waiting for the white mother, <br />blood spurted from it <br />and covered me with shame. <br />Then God spoke to me and said: <br />People say only good things about Christmas. <br />If they want to say something bad, <br />they whisper. <br />So I went to the well and drew a baby <br />out of the hollow water. <br />Then God spoke to me and said: <br />Here. Take this gingerbread lady <br />and put her in your oven. <br />When the cow gives blood <br />and the Christ is born <br />we must all eat sacrifices. <br />We must all eat beautiful women.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-author-of-the-jesus-papers-speaks/
