November/December 2011

Cows & Daffodils

A new poem

by Jonathan Greenhause
What if death were as uncertain as being alive?

Perhaps we’re transported to a huge field of daffodils & cows when we die,
     & we’re there all alone,
each person alone with a countless number of cows & endless daffodils,
& we can’t measure the time because the cows have no marked routine
     & the daffodils never seem to change,
& we have no idea if this is it or not, if this is Heaven or Hell or Purgatory,
& there’s no one here to greet us or give us any information.

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Jonathan Greenhause’s poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in Cream City Review, Nimrod, Reed, the South Carolina Review, and Water~Stone Review. His first chapbook, Sebastian’s Relativity, is being released this autumn through Chicago’s Anobium Books.

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