Splintered and Holy

Splintered.
Weathered.
Sagging under years of bearing burdens.

I'm a vessel for hay and slop, nothing more.

Someone hastily hammered my uneven planks together for function, not beauty. I'm good at my job, but no one ever thinks of me. I'm not much to look at, so one looks twice at me except the cows and the donkeys, and they only care when I'm full of food …