Tail-twisting to the far side
of the pasture the last heifer
never looks back.
The loading chute empties.
The farmer’s son claims
no fault, spins his Yamaha
ready for a 2-wheeled rodeo.
His mother, her hair half-tangled
with patience, her boots
lathered with shit, shouts
toward the heifer, gives her men
a ripped-shirt speech
of compassion
because it’s part of her
job. The farmer swears,
and because he is not a cowboy
rides his horse however he can,
CO-OP cap on backwards.
Together, the farmer
and his son chase the beast
along a mile of fence,
uphill, down
hill, across a pond dam,
places no cow has ever
been before.
Aware of space, the farmer’s son
twists the throttle
deep through his hand. Aware
of what’s between
his legs
the farmer holds on
for his life. The horse,
bored with the luggage
on its back, enjoys it all
because he has sense,
does everything
but shut the gate
to a second-wind kink
in a cow’s tail that spins
the last heifer back
to the further side of its world.
~ Greg German
Originally Published in Kansas Quarterly, 1993 V.24, #4
Greg German was born and raised near Glen Elder, in north central Kansas, where he farmed with his family for many years. He currently lives in Kansas City, Kansas, with his wife Regina and son, Alden. He is a private consultant specializing in web site development, special project consulting, and photography. (www.limestone9consulting.com) He holds a B.A. degree in English/Creative writing and a B.S. in Education from Kansas State University. Greg developed and maintains http://www.kansaspoets.com, a website unique to Kansas Poets. Greg’s poetry and personal essays have appeared in over 50 literary journals across the U.S.
Matthew David Manning holds degrees in creative writing from Arizona State University and Pittsburg State University. His poetry has appeared various publications including I-70 Review, Red Paint Hill, Rust + Moth, Kansas Time + Place, and Chiron Review. He recently became a father and has been enjoying his transition into high school education at Wyandotte High School in Kansas City, KS.
Editor’s Note: What can I say? I’m a sucker for poems with cows in them. Greg has written a poem with a heifer that has seen some shit (besides what mom has on her boot).
You made it come to life on the page, Greg–great work, as usual!