I've found that
Beef cattle are
so hard to face
alone in a pasture
head to head
one on one
I think it's
their big liquid eyes
with that gaze
looking sadly contented
as they chew all
that grows into
recycled cud
I guess it's just knowing
they're eating their way
to a date with a hammer
to become my hamburger
food I've grown up to love
countless times
at Mcdonalds
pigging out
on the remnants
of some distant relation
ancester of this bovine
who is staring me down
but my guilt it is fleeting
as I turn to depart
from this expendable resource
that tastes oh, so damn good
so it's off to a drive thru
to dampen the hunger
that came on me quite sudden
in my walk cross the farm
and the furthest thing now
from my mind is remorse
at this poor simple creature
cause I'm having a cow
with lettuce and tomatoes
pickles, ketchup, and cheese
on a hot toasted bun,
could you pass the salt please?
