Pointless

Loud,
the truck rolled past with the cattle
tied to their deaths, slowly hobbling
their heads, inevitability brewing in
pungent air; chopped up to feed us.

Tied
to the fervor of the billions across
the globe of meat consumers akin,
we burst forth dissecting by section
the economy and political morality.

Quiet;
meat consuming me with bouts of
compassion, keeping me bound to
nothing and everything in between.

Words
soar high as passions fly cosmic,
food pyramid, morals, ethics of meat
warring each other, with no clear win.

I see,
one gently nudge its neighbor, rub
against the face of its doomed friend.
Even more gently the friend responds,
closed eyes and pointed ears.

Smile,
am thinking of the nerves, soul, its
bovine heart and sadly primitive brain,
and if its life is worth my primal gain,
when our car passes the truck, as we,
sit comfortably numb in the sharpness
of our precious thoughts.