Ode to Beef -
Oh beef!
Driven in from the north
shipped from the south
Slottered at the butchery
And brought to your table
With no questions asked
Thousands of cows
Lined up
Waiting to be stripped
Of their string of life.
Hundreds of pastures
And millions to feed
Brought to our table
For a brief moment of happiness
Beef is a staple
In the American identity
Abundant
And adored
Like a child with a cellphone
Millions of dishes
Founded across the world
migrated and shared
Distributed by restaurants
And made by peers.
Ground and round
Fit snug in a bun
Or seared and seasoned
Chewy and tender
Giving a warm sensation
Like drinking hot chocolate
To quench our cravings.
The giant
Black and white figure
Towering over the grass
Sluggish,
Lurking across the field
Unknowingly nurturing.
Until lifeless.
Slottered against its will
For a single meal
Your rich,
Blubber of protection
Smothered in butter and cooked to perfection
Stripped and eaten
For short lived happiness.
While your hiking effortlessly,
In the sky
You are fought over, neglected
You are loved,
You are the staple of our generation
You are the past and the future
You are a cow