Anthropomorphism
They follow their mothers’ directions in every particular
except the universal order: live forever.
On steep hills in fog the sheep like minor buffalo
await destruction. Lambs hunch on damp grass;
their back legs comfort their front legs.
I swaddled the coffee press in a tea towel
& now behold this glass pot of Irish yogurt
with more joy than I’d have given a child of my own.… Read the rest