two great brown bovines
looked at me
placid as cows tend to be
wrapped in an icy black

nothing to stand on but
a flash and thrashing around
streaming out from the neck
the agony pulled at mine

audibly pouring two fountains
while the other continued
to cry in panicked moos
both moving slower and slower

gurgles and heat vapor
emanated all too long after
the initial piercing of
that placid cow look