Blessing of White Cow
By Lynne Goldsmith

An Animal Rights Poem from

Blessing of White Cow
By Lynne Goldsmith

What lay ahead, you, Chianina, sensed
yet approached with love
the eyes of a woman before you,
her soft hands extending

as you entered the killing chute
where you could smell the blood
of fear and hear known cries

yet never turned

but headed for her touch,
that last face of love familiar

as she stood to wait for you, this woman
other side of the wall retaining freedom,

woman who had stroked your flank and head before,
a living body you could nuzzle now, reach for

with your neck, ears, muzzle

one last time

of your tunneling execution

before she would do the unthinkable

and descend upon withers to bless—

your precious life.

My forthcoming poetry book, Secondary Cicatrices, won the Halcyon Poetry Contest and will be published by Middle Creek Publishing.  I have been a semi-finalist in The Nation magazine for the Discovery Poetry Contest and my poetry has been published in Spillway, Red Owl Magazine, Soul Fountain, Geronimo, Manzanita, Squaw Review, Parody Poetry Journal, Thimble Literary Magazine, among others.

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