More cows

A cow weighs lots

imagine being hung up

by one leg

swinging on a gantry

clearly as they beg

to be let down

so hopeful

that they can walk away

into the long grass

into the clover

where butterflies do play

hanging there

and twisting around

giddy by it all

we want to eat its muscle

and its fat

for as a rule

we want to use its leather

its tongue even its tail

its legs we want to  stew them

a casserole with ale

the knife it gleams

and watch as it cuts across its throat

splits its precious jugular

suddenly afloat

in all the blood and sputum

the executioner

covered in the blood and gore

and now a crimson coat

they swing there in such solace

the pain erupts as they

vomit from the shock of it

as they pass away

shivering and shaking

the metal pail is full

no more the green and verdant fields

as on the leg the pull

is clearly dead weight and heavy

bleeding out like so

a wondrous cow walked in here

whose now finished as we know