Mad Cow Disease


Mad Cow Disease
When the cows ran mad
their horns stabbing people
in the street and in their homes
I opened my mouth to protest
but was silenced by a shake of your head
I waited for you to speak up
shaken by the glitter in your eyes
but your ominous silence
I soon deciphered
watching your head fissure
and two curved horns emerge
while down under
your sleek chinos fell apart
and you stood mooing
in old khaki underpants
©Reena Prasad

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