Drummed

A cow in the kitchen A cow in the bedroom is the woman once loved and venerated by fiancee but drummed as a drum She tills the land she owns not and reproduces for drummers she is the machine of pleasure never greased, rarely thanked She is dry cow-hide available for drumming as ancient drum of grandfather’s times the right to drum with sticks and even with bottles, cutters the right to milk without feeding is a right of the man called husband Yes, whenever man’s hands itch he has freedom to play the drum available in the kitchen, bedroom as he scatters his lips in satisfaction Drummed here in Africa for ages molested around the world for fun is the woman, the queen of life whose tears, blood gashes for joy of those who play her as drum believing she’s semi-human