It aches my heart to hear you mourn poor cow <br />And i would help you if i could somehow <br />But only God can resurrect your son <br />Who has fallen victim of the butcher's gun. <br /> <br />You've mourned since afternoon of saturday <br />When men from you took fatted calf away <br />And since saturday all but five days ago <br />You've lived beneath a cloud of grief and woe. <br /> <br />Your mournful bellows tell of painful ache <br />In heart that must be very near to break <br />And the forlorn face and the sad eyed look that tell <br />Of creature who has lived four days of hell. <br /> <br />Today a wealthy Townman sit and eat <br />And masticate your offspring's tender meat <br />And say to wife 'darling the meat taste nice' <br />It's prime beef like this make meat seem worth it's price. <br /> <br />And your farmer owner he doesn't even care <br />Of the grief that pains you he seem unaware <br />He doesn't feel moved by bovine moans or tears <br />And your mournful bellows fall on heedles ears. <br /> <br />But the only cure for grief and dismal pine <br />Is the proven and the age old healer time <br />And time poor cow will help make you forget <br />That son you loved whom butcher shot to death.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-cow-in-mourning/
