Bore from the

Womb of a 

Branded cow,

 

The calves who

Had no blemish

Minus the pin from

Behind,

 

Refused him the

Grass that rotted 

Their branded teeth.

 

So he escaped from

That ranch, with

A searing brand

On his chest

 

And it was the

Stray desert snakes

Who welcomed, with 

Slithering arms

 

And they fed him

Juice from the 

Prickly cacti,

 

And when the cattle

Saw the incoming

Intruder,

 

A cowboy with

A suffocating lasso,

They remembered,

 

The shining red brand

Their brother was adorned

In

 

And they went

To Shur,

Searching for water

But finding none

 

Then, grazing in

The cacti, they

Saw him, that

Branded cow

 

And Jephthah

Saw how red

Their asses were

 

And saw that

They were red, 

Dull, asses

 

And they pleaded

For him, 

 

Remembering 

The bitter taste

In their mouths

 

Although he had

Found the cacti's

Juice much more

Refreshing,

 

He knew that

His bull-red physique

Would win over the ranch

 

So the lasso

Came, trying to

Round up the cattle,

 

But Jephthah,

With his blazing

Red chest, 

 

Grew horns of 

Fire, and the cowboy

Saw the red flag in 

His hand

 

Jephthah charged

Mighty as a lion,

Pinning the cowboy

 

Down to the swallowing,

Hungry ground

 

And 250 of the cowboy's

Herd, turned into burnt offerings

From Jephthah's shallow cup

 

And his iron brand

Was all over the gates

Of the ranch,

 

As the cattle were rounded up

By Jephthah, to journey

Four days a year

 

For the sake of his calf,

Who had died a brave warrior

In the battle,

 

A Joan of Arc his daughter was,

As her ashes turned into a

Dove, watching over the cattle. 

 

And his loyal herd

Would scatter, the minute

He would become a dove

 

And the Phoenixes, with their

Fiery flames, the two would

Fly from the cinders they 

 

Were once forced to lay in,

The ashes they were once

Grieving in,

 

Had become wedding flowers

Of honor, 

 

As the cattle would dance

In the ashes they once

Threw the Phoenixes in.