Pouring its light into ashes
The forces tear loose from the axis
For faults in the clouds of delusion
Shall we go, you and I, while we can?
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds
In formless reflections of matter
Glass hand dissolving
To ice petal flowers revolving
Lady in velvet
Recedes in the nights of goodbye
Shall we go, you and I, while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?
Some of you may be familiar with those lyrics, some of you may not, but they were written by Robert Hunter -- famed lyricist for the Grateful Dead. It really is a wonderful song, you should give it a listen. That, however, is not the point of this post. You see, "Dark Star" is also the name of a cow, a delightful cow raised by the son of a friend of mine named Matt Evers. Well, technically, I suppose Matt and I are sort of related, he's my sister's husband's sister's husband; but, really, I know him through my wife's brother, Scott. Anyway, Dark Star is the product of the husbandry talents of Matt's son, Tyler.
But, alas, back to Dark Star. Dark Star was born and raised in Martin, Michigan. He (I say "he", but I'm not really certain about gender and my mother assures me that it was most likely a "she"; nevertheless, if Dark Star will forgive me, I will continue to refer to it using the masculine pronoun) was lovingly cared for and nurtured by the aforementioned almost-relative, Tyler. By all reports, he was a good cow, considerate of his neighbors, careful to avoid stepping on other people's hooves, and never, never doing his business near the feed. Evidently, he was also a voracious eater. In fact, although I don't have an actual picture of him (I have requested one from Matt and Tyler), I'm fairly certain he looked a little something like this:
In any event, it doesn't really matter, because unfortunately for Dark Star (and fortunately for me), he now looks like this:
and this . . .
Boy, I sure hope he tastes as good as he looks. I'll be sure to keep you posted.
NOTE: This post is inspired by the fine folks over there at your local P.E.T.A. At present, said organization is a bit under my skin the reasons for which will become apparent when my FOIA request is fulfilled, and I can fully lay out for you the story of Scotty vs. PETA (Rd. 1). You won't want to miss it, so stay tuned.