Hardcore Pastorals: Poems by Rebecca Hawkes

By | 31 October 2021

Peach Teats
(calves love ‘em)

so much suckling frothy spittle and grunt
a crescent of devotees hunched at the steaming trough

barely able to breathe and drink at once
in quenched surrender to the rubber teat

their pretty eyes their pure thirsty thoughts
no useless knowledge no wondering where

their mothers are only hot sweet powdered milk
and the unique patented internal collapsing flap valve

self cleaning leak resistant flow regulating
like any perfect body or machine

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