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No intimidation here says the cow The eye white rising hemispherical The cow-paddy - a circle, too sweetly risen Among white, nameless petals. Together The ancient calf and the belligerent mother The kick and temporal protection: You and I are as absent as the solid ghost: The whiskey bottles as dark as petroleum Lined-up, vertical - hand-priced - on the white countertop: Yurok territory. What breaches the fissure? The bronze flash on the wing of the horse fly A bang and a whisk off your wrist: Restoration is a bleak and sorrowful business The cow¹s head rubs the barb on the wire fence The ghost is a fissure born in the accurate book This is a poem about much death Active and present in and around Humboldt County. *** From "Jack Spicer in Glasgow".