Dear Dairy Diary

Whirreds curd
where whey 
becomes path,
blurred then
to stutter sticks
and heifer bones.

Oh, concrete,
you spin until
you sit until
you shake until
you break at the
behest of rounded
down weeds.

Pain, arbitration.
Nature, justification.
Mind, fixation. 
Work, activation.
Humans, enunciation.
Death, anticipation.
Art, elevation.