Traveling
through Europe in the early eighties I spent some time in Switzerland. I remember it fondly.
A very proper land. A very
clean land. Cream land. Chocolate land. Cheese land.
Ducks
on every lake. They put them there
so you'll know it's water and not glass.
Cows on every hill, and in every field. Swiss cows.
Happy cows. Very sanitary
and self-confident cows. The kind
you see on milk cartons. Every cow
has a bell. They wear them so they
won't get lost. Or so they'll know
they're cows. Cows live on the fat
of the land . . . . . . and the
benevolence of farmers. I lived on
cheese and chocolate milk. Both
are made from cows. I remember that whenever I was
hungry I wanted to eat some meat.
I just never had the heart to kill the cow.
Besides, in Switzerland if you kill a cow you have to wear the
bell.
