BOVINE BLUES

A bull stands on a hill.
Do you see it?
Mouth stuffed with old grass torn at the root, 
nose slick with scum, 
eyes impenetrable, 
his eyes do not know. 

A single bull stands on a single hill. 
Look,
he has eaten everything. 

Cities turn to dust, books burn, all fish are dead and dance with the oil slicks, 
rivers run dry with fire, there is only dirt and root to harvest, trees turn to dust 
along with the children that cling to limbs, all lovers torn apart, look! Do you see it? 
There, the sky caves in and Earth screams as she slowly splits. 
Here, everything is angry. Everything is at war. 

There is hardly anything to be everything at all.

And still.

The only bull stands on the only hill. 
The bull is all. He eats. 
He stares but 
he does not see. 
He is alone but 
he does not know.

His teeth slowly rot, but he does not know.

Emily Eads is a poet and higher education professional based in Colorado’s Gunnison Valley. She is nearing completion of her MFA in Creative Writing with a concentration in poetry from Western Colorado University, where she graduated with a BA in English and Political Science. She is drawn towards creating pieces that explore surrealism, memory, and the complicated journeys of grief and healing. Her thesis, a full-length collection of poetry titled Light Her on Fire, will be finalized on June 30^th. When she finds time to put her pen down, she loves exploring new hiking trails and skiing Mt. Crested Butte.