Cow Skull

By Angela Counts © 2009

Lake Como, Italy

There was a cow skull on the onyx coffee table
It was a centerpiece
It was picked up and dusted under
Next to the skull were seeds
And papers for rolling cigarettes
Sometimes there were bottles of cheap wine
And sometimes there was cheez whiz and crackers

Daddy brought home little debbies one day
Running into the kitchen full of anticipation
Someone opened the fridge door, her skull collided
Against the heavy door and stunned them
She got extra debbies and equilibrium
Daddy got restless and left, the skull
beneath the soft flesh, forgotten like
the onxy coffee table and innocence