Red Cow

Before the Red Sea flood beneath a cornhusk dawn We bid the Elkhorn run to a locomotive psalm Until the pale horse comes along a rail withdrawn Clanging loudward on. clanging loudward on. We bid the Elkhorn run until the red cow comes I was a steadfast son, with thoughts and hooves divided And on the arid ground of thirsty Zion's hill Cold waters tumbled down where the staff of Moses fell What Pharaoh spell, what picture holds us now? Behold the snake of brass, the wind was blowing backwards Behold a golden calf, blighted leaves of Law O for the land we knew before the frogs withdrew In the fragrant pomegranate blooms where the tender locust flew Behind the milk-white tombs, behind the milk-tank cars, We passed the North Platte yard on silver tracks unguarded, Out past the sambar herds, out to the outcast birds In the rust of open wagons, Lo! the Blessed Virgin's likeness We watched the green figs fall from the Nebraska sky How much were even passive things responsive to our watchful eye! And let there be no doubt: so many figs and pictures hold us In the wells of livestock vans with shells and sidewalk sands Iron mixed with oxygen as per the laws of chemistry and chance A shape was roughly human, it was only roughly human Apparition eyes apparition eyes Knock Apparition Knock eyes apparition eyes Was he a violent man? Well, he had his genocidal moments... Or penned by fiction's hand? To whom could that phrase not apply? How much are even lifeless sounds responsive to our listening ear! What Pharoah now or Jew or picture holds us here?