A 13thCentury Church and a modern day Cow (thinking aloud)

A real fine church stands
on a hill in Little Kimble
that’s a place
just outside Princes Risborough
and tonight in heavy rain
I noticed a big shiny cow
gulping in the verdant grass
enjoying it such rumination
all that taste, her eyes
were happy eyes
that’s a surprise

for the rain was lashing down
next to her that little church
imagine all those centuries
all those cows have chewed that cud
and sloshed about in all that mud
next to what is such a find
a medieval church
my mind
was drawn
to how that big cow must feel
does she realise
how long the church has stood
and could she reveal

that whimsical delight perhaps
to ponder long ago
when earlier cows
could feed their calves
with their own milk and know

their truly fine nutrition
would strengthen them up so
unlike the milk she now produces
that now just has to go

to the humans who believe their calves
this rumination seems
to be the ruination
for really all her dreams

were truthfully of her baby
but it was killed at birth
the farmer decided it was male
and therefore wasn’t worth

keeping flog it off for cheese
cat food no one cared
that church had stood the test of time
when little cows were spared

right back then when England
looked after every cow
unlike now we suffer so
so few though know how

they see us in the fields sometimes
being fattened up a bit
or they see us in those pristine trays
cut up and left to sit

under those pink marketing lights
that make dead flesh look great
by that time of course my soul
has flown and I am on your plate

and all that pain and suffering
I pass onto you
and you can now absorb it all
thats the last thing I could do