Upon the mountain the morning dew sinks.
The water droplets come together and form new links.
The barely risen sun creates a purple cow ghost
it wonders around and feeds near the post
As the light hits the water it creates angel falls
Rainbows and sparkles- they dance and they crawl
The starved rock hydrates before the heat takes over
Beside it are drenched leaves, grass and clover
When it finally hits seven the morning shines bright
making blood orange shadows and a river of white
Red
Coagulated clumps beneath his bench
Metallic strikes across the skin
Slices as fine and thin as paper
But as deep as the ocean's floor
Seperating the veins
Creating new pieces
New fragments
New bits
An unrecognizable beast
Suffocating the body
between thick plastic sheets
Labeling, marking, organizing
the kill
Thumps on metal as they make their way on the cart
screeching wheels and the smell of mildew
Breaking through to light
between two double doors
Selling beef is such a chore.