x-referential field portrait

by Ron Winkler
          translated from German by Jake Schneider

so these cows, right, were parading
around like absurd typewriters.
for that matter they weren’t cows at all.
more like black–and–white moments caught in pixels.
and no typewriter could muck up
a meadow. whatever. what mattered
was the blink–of–an–eye–ness of a thing.
together with airy psyche, right.
multiple dimensions bottomed against each other
and, in spite of constant refreshing, turned up
tainted search results: grass drops,
existence deposits,
and past them the migration
of a narrow awareness. here
the meadow and there the contorted messages
of their horns. eyes
like uninhabited planets. cows, right,
as agreed upon, cows —
at the end of their biography.