Milking In The Early Morning Poem by Gert Strydom

In the sifting winter rain
the cows are patches of white and black,
moving their ears and watching
with big tender shining eyes
and carry the smells
of soil, leaves and manure
and their breaths are like clouds of fog
when they enter from the paddock

and I have to attach the shining
machines to some tits
that begins sucking
with a hissing sound

and I am studying business
at the private university
and with all my fees
that I have paid in advance,
my assignments and tests
wherein I have obtained high marks
why I have to work,
have got to do labour for free,
somewhat like a slave
to get a predicate,
to be admitted to exams
is still beside me.

© Gert Strydom