MILK Poem by Dane Zajc

light pours through the cracks
objects bend in the morning breeze
cold stream of night water is extinguished
no longer gurgling in the silence
and the bird's death cry
which you heard in the evening
and which glowed in your mind all night
has now paled

you hear the jets of milk from a cow's udder
squirting on the white ground
and you no longer wonder what became of the
screaming in your head
you open the door and the sun strikes your face
with the waterfalls of rays and milky light

you make undaunted steps
you inhabit a body that obeys you
such is your body
as if it will never abandon you
never betray you