IT WAS A DARK AND BOVINE NIGHT
Perhaps finding it warmer than the grass
a big black cow has settled down
to sleep in a rut on a gravel road
My right wheel meets her ass
at sixty miles an hour
I’m not sure who is most surprised
Wrestling the injured truck
I avoid the almost inevitable roll
and my name in the obits
She takes a few steps into the ditch
and dies
If there’s a destiny that shapes our ends
mine was shaped by a guardian angel
hers by a Firestone tire