Cow Magnet
When a cow wouldn't eat
They'd make her
Swallow this big magnet
Shaped like a vitamin capsule
Checking first to see whether
She already had one inside her
By passing a compass
Under her belly
We picked them off the side
Of the metal filing cabinet
They were stuck to in order
To hold something cold and heavy
They were brand new
But they seemed corrupted
By where they were going
To be going soon
But they were proven
To save lives
The length of rusted wire
Or the roofing nail
That would have pierced
The wall of her heart
Would be drawn to
The magnet instead
That would happen
In the dark
Of an actual body
But we only really believed it
When the vet let us
Hold the compass
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Cow Magnet
March 21, 2020
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