We had to leave
the cattle behind,
the lovely white cow
with the long horns
and the nap of her hide
smelling of smoke.

We who had minded her
from the beginning of time,
milked her for milk and blood,
sung to her
every night
of her lovely life
in the cattle camp.

Without her
we wander the world
half-human, bereft,
of our song, our reason for singing.