To Bury A Child

The calf is dragged by its mother,

Feet up and head down.

Gone too soon—

Life stolen by a person playing

God.

The herd follows with remorse

Until the resting ground is reached.

The mother gingerly lays

Its child down

And begins to cover it with the Earth.

The head is covered carefully,

Preventing carnivores from consuming

The carcass of the calf.

Tusks tenderly touch the toddler

As the rest of the body is buried.

Once the infant is fully inhumed,

Great sounds erupt from the heard.

Mourning the loss of their own,

Almost like angels with trumpets

Coming to take their child to safety.