04-29-2024, 01:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2024, 03:28 PM by RiverNotch.)
There is no fear in the old cow's eyes
as she is led to the slaughter.
There is only regret that she now comes
to meet her Maker before she's met
any of her whelps full-grown,
that she's never jumped the fence.
And just before the hammer strikes
her head, she notices the drains
stained red about her feet.
"What a waste of blood", she thinks,
while the butcher's diaper
(his company mandated dress)
begins to chafe, his overworked
ligaments begin to tear,
and his children back at home
ask for actual cheese.
as she is led to the slaughter.
There is only regret that she now comes
to meet her Maker before she's met
any of her whelps full-grown,
that she's never jumped the fence.
And just before the hammer strikes
her head, she notices the drains
stained red about her feet.
"What a waste of blood", she thinks,
while the butcher's diaper
(his company mandated dress)
begins to chafe, his overworked
ligaments begin to tear,
and his children back at home
ask for actual cheese.