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.
