the stained stainless steel cow grazes
on the field of graveyard grass
as sunday clothing gathers
on a lovely sunday mass

how it hungers for the nectar
lying deep beneath the skin
how it longs to up and puncture
with its horns the ground within

and it wants to dance and prance around
in the prairies lush and brown
and press its clanging hooves
deep into
the ground
and dance along the lines
and swim in the blood
pooling in its hoofprints

but its muscles
drowning in the
nectar of cactus
breaking down
all of the lactic acid
could not
push hard enough
into the ground
and the cow was hopeless
and helpless
even more so than the field
and the earth it was resting on