I opened the barn door to the sacred cows,
set open the gates,
and let them out to pasture.
Sweet, placid, not a care in the world—
“Behold—it is just a cow.”
Yes, a cow—chewing cud.
Pissing, shitting, eating, sleeping.
Swishing away flies. Large liquid brown eyes.
We milk them. And milk them. And milk them.
A cow is just a cow. Is a cow.
Cow doesn’t care about you.
Cow doesn’t care about rituals.
Cow doesn’t give a crap about religion.
Cow doesn’t give a fuck about politics.
Cow doesn’t give a shit
A cow is just a cow. Is a cow.
Now that they’re all out
I shut the barn door.
