13 I know what the cattle are afraid of

They are more frightened by a passing train

Than the clanking of their own conveyorbelt

They think in pictures and highpitched noises

The gears that drag them up the spiral

Are incomprehensible to them

They cannot smell their own blood

They cannot spell their own screams

I don’t understand love but caring

I understand perfectly.

Newspoetry at Spineless Books