Cow Souls and Bull Gods

Led the way a ways.
A case could be made
That cults of one God
Strolled out on that way,
And from one to none.

Cults and arts all fit,
Like dreams, to things
One needs to live, things
That stick in the head.
Herds were life and wealth,

Brought one mates and kids,
Showed up in most dreams,
But who dreams them now?
Who’s in awe of bronze bulls?
Here in the range lands,

The tagged cows still cause
Some fights, build some wealth,
But not like old times.
New dreams and new cults
Stir in the screen pools

And will have their day,
If they don’t all drain,
If they don’t all fall,
These bronze pools of now
Where dreams cast new gods.