The Bovine Two-Step
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A woman had trained cows and bulls in a traveling act.
O garland of fury—

I was linked to extravagant organs:
the five dancers, feathered and pearled à la Josephine Baker,

the compliant dogs, who herded us, who were blessed
with these marvelous repositors of dung. “There is no object

so foul that intense light will not make beautiful—”
nature, so clotted with scat, the wild carrot, me in my dancing shoes among

the most sordid and delicate of observations. A strange progress:
the body fixed to the spirit and the spirit following,

like the mammoth, discerning,
describing its own design:

the skin-flank, glimmering heart, liver-scent and hoof.
How I dreamed of it in the blossomy fog,

how I had no possessions but this dream.