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’d pick it off the side
Of the metal filing cabinet
It was stuck to in order
To hold something that
Could and heavy
It was brand new
But seemed corrupted
By where it was going
To be going soon
But it was proven
To save lives (aka money)
The length of rusted wire
Or the roofing nail
That would have pierced
The walls of her heart
Would be drawn
To the magnet instead
That that would happen
In the dark of an actual
Body was impossible
To believe but
We believed it
But only when the vet
Let us hold the compass