SERIOUS DEATH OF CATTLE IN AUGUST
- Dark Poets Club
- 3 days ago
- 1 min read
By Martin R. Vidal

Having selected the equipment,
The proper field and hour of the night,
Go now in the thing’s proper season.
Go now, in the sluggish, estivatory time
After the birthings are done,
The huge, unsteady couplings past.
Go quickly and as silent as may be;
Go now and slip between parted wires
While burdened with the knives, the bags,
The sweating coolers full of ice.
Go now about the work of fulfillment.
Go now about the work of selection.
Remember, selection is meaning.
Select the proper ones, give them meaning;
Go and do the thing that God does.
Go, while they drowse in the clotting heat
And stand calm like a madness.
Use the tools, the knives and bags of ice.
Go and take testicles and tips of tongues,
Go take hearts, brains, organs, take the essence.
Remember, having and wanting don’t matter.
Remember, selection is the only meaning.
Go. Go now. Go quickly.
Go. Return burdened as God.