I am overwhelmed by this golden evening
As it comes with the sounds of the cattle,
In the distance, of dust of angular hoofs
Overwhelming the mud-tracks up to the sky.
The cattle are overwhelmed by their time
By milk overflowing from their red udders
In thin jet-streams that will overwhelm us
In our faces behind a morning’s hind legs.
The fleas overwhelm them in their hind legs
From a tail that seems the end of the world.