Formatting is being a complete idiot and not letting me do double line spaces. I can't even put in extended amounts of periods. So...well, ellipses will have to do.

Enjoy.


Cattle


Sheltered, bred, and raised,

under the care of those around them

they live. Uncaring, unknown to the

tragedies that await them.

They feed in the wild

to be fed to us.

No wish, no worry,

no reason to fear the blade

at the end of the line

...

But we,

the cattle met halfway

the grieving materials

cower in the darkness of our bedrooms

the tears slowly slipping away

as the faintly glowing light,

dims further at the passing

of each agonizing hour.

...

Their days are numbered

but their days are mundane

and simple, living as they go,

in rolling fields and clear waters

reflecting in the eyes of the plains.

...

But we,

with the sun blotted out

and the images unclear

and changing with every passing moment,

blind to all but the darkness in front of us.

We graze on the victims

cannibals are we.

Their lifeblood ours

but the souls to be yours

at the passing of the hours.

...

They hang on the line

the pastures are gone

but do they truly know?

Just another movement

just another wait

for the fields to be visible once again.

And the sky to shine bright once more.

...

But we

see our desinty

clouded in black ink

controlled by the eyes

of those that cannot see.

Each crack a blade striking

deep into the mind

but the grief we feel

will never let us die.

...

But as the knife comes down,

and the lifeblood flows,

at least they get to die,

while our souls linger on

in pitiful throes.

...

So it goes.


Poetry End.