WM ( / Massapequa Park, NewYork, USA)

I Gently Pulled On The Cow's Nipples;

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.

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