Revelation Flashcards
They called him Bob-as though perhaps
You could reduce a monster with the charm of a friendly name
At first,
Only black and the hot reek of him
His edges merging with the darkness,
Just a big bulk and a roar to be really scared of
His eyes swivelled
In the great wedge of his tossed head
And in the yard outside,
Oblivious hens picked their way about
I had always half-known he existed - this antidote and anti-Christ
His anarchy threatening the eggs, well-rounded, self contained - and the placidity of milk
I ran, my pigtails thumping on my back in fear,
Past the big boys in the farm lane who pulled the wings from butterflies and blew up frogs with straws
Scared of the eggs shattering -
Only my small and shaking hand on the jugs rim in case the milk should spill
I remember once being shown
The black bull when a child at the farm for eggs and milk