Milch für die kätze

Jon otano milk poem

You can´t get milk from a whales stomach
The blowhole doesn´t pump milk

Don´t block it with antiquity
God as present as he ever was
Now

Kidnapped children pray
Little girls black and white cats scowl
In the basket on the way to church
trying to scratch their way out

After the sermon the pastor gives milk
and archaic flattery
The cat purrs even depite the grimace
worn by such a kidnapped child on the label.