365 Poems/112 – The Kill Floor (Rough First Draft)

The Kill Floor

1.

The clanging and beating

of heavy metal machines –

–          a rhythm for my days.

 

The smell of blood

twelve years in my nose.

 

2.

Can you see the cow?

It’s there, near the lamppost,

there! Love, you must be

able to see it,

it’s looking right at us now.

 

3.

She grabs the nice pillow,

slams the door closed

after her. It shakes in its frame.

 

4.

Beef is made from muscle.

Cattle are born

to be killed and eaten.

Cattle are born

to be killed and eaten.

Cattle are born

to be killed and eaten.

 

 

5.

Withholding feed

24 hours before slaughter

is advisable.

 

6.

Aim carefully

for the invisible X

above the eyes.

Visualise it there

 

 

7.

A sharp knife through the dewlap,

trachea, oesophagus,

and jugular vein.

 

One and then another,

blood on everything.

 

8.

In the hall

I hear their hooves

against the skirting boards.

 

They are coming

up the stairs, breathing

through their noses.

 

9.

The door goes down.

 

Low noises

from the back of

loose throats. Low horns.

Eyes thick with tears.

 

 

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