This is inspired by a photograph of a dance troupe of elderly women. The pose they were in was frankly bizarre and flamingo-like. There weren't any cows in the picture, of course; that's jsut my imagination running away with me again.
I wrote this poem for a class. We were given a newspaper story to interpret into poetic form about a man who made his wife a coffin for her birthday. I added all of the stuff about him killing her; I suppose that I have a morbid sense of humor.
