A sickly cow

In many ways a goddess
A sanctity in thought
Why punish such am amazing soul
Whose watery eyes have brought
A patina a nuance a chalky kind of love
The thinking thoughts and processes
Profoundly up above
A blue sky over yonder
The green grass at my feet
Rumination alkaline
So cooling in the heat.
Written off and slaughtered
The slaughterhouse was where
I was killed my blood was spilled
And left in such despair.