Blind Trust
In the nod of a cow as, stiff-legged,
she leaps in the paddock, drops
to her knees, then back, to roll on new grass—
The large eye caresses yours. She smells you
as you lead her through the shaded field.
Hooded and without guile, she follows you
to the chute. You are the ignorance
she lives through, the heavy blade she hears
sliding into the grooves.
The secret brutalities will make patties from that
on your behalf. A human fraternity
carved out of a hung carcass.
