I Gently Pulled On The Cow's Nipples;
Poem By William Mendelson
the udder hung heavy and low.
She had carried this painful burden for too long a time,
since Normandy, since D-Day. Now I'm a city boy,
never touched a cow, but the cow is patient and grateful.
At last a splash, the milk squirted into my steel helmet
and mixed with my tears.