Except if both of you are in prison..
Every time the calf passed on,
He lingered around to gauge
It’s age
To salvage the remains of the carcass,
The carcass of the calf..
It’s eyes piping out
But also popping,
Brown

ants,
Feasting on the stale mucus,
Oozing out of its nose,
Beauty, painfully laying still..
Before making some aroma,
Of the steaks stuck on the sticks,
On that banana stem..
The way of cows

is crazy,
As cows too are emotional,
Like when dad passed on,
His bull Rugondo ululated twenty times,
And came near the home

,
Summoning the entire kraal,
They cried…
We cried,
They mourned,
We mourned..
That monstrous Monday…
Until the elders agreed,
That the main bull had to demise,
With its master..:
Like the tragedy of Major Kukuya…