re poems and prose (dog and cow)

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Hi,

 

I really liked the dog poem Lynn and also the prose about the

modern day plight of the cows/animals raised for meat posted

by chalissa1.

 

All animals deserve equal compassion and the campaign to turn

people away from eating animals of choice (usually cattle,

sheep, fish, crustacea and pigs) seems hardest of all since

eating these species is a food addiction to many people of Western culture.

 

However, the addition of more animal species to the food

menu of humans such as dogs, cats and kangaroos and wild

animals opens up more avenues of cruelty to more species.

 

There are only a small number of countries promoting

dog and cat eating. Let us hope that the eating of dogs and cats

and kangaroos does not

become as widespread as the eating of so many other species.

 

THE NEW AGE ABATTOIR

By Coral Hull (Published by Penguin)

 

 

one of the heifers in the transportation truck

received a tarot card reading & the death card

came up/

not a negative card by any means but

one signifying great changes in her life/

 

her boy calf taurus capricorn rising is bellowing

in a veal factory/

his four gangling legs broken

chiropractically snapped at the waist/

put in an

organic jarrah packing crate/ (sustainable logging

only)/

a rose quartz crystal attached to each

broken joint for healing of the heart chakra/

 

meanwhile the heifer is scorched on the rump

with her sunsign & numerological chart/

 

cows are led from the truck & into the slaughter

according to the brightness of their individual

auras/

electric lights are shaded lavender/

& a flower essence - aspen: for fear & foreboding

of the future/ is given to each frothing muzzle

with a dropper/

& the sacred chainsaw is

called excalibur/

& each worker is wearing the

pentacle (right side up of course) & they

never cut anti clockwise/

there is no need

for a guru/ there is individual freedom/ the

manager boycotts battery eggs for ethical

reasons/

& before the smashing of her forehead/

we look into her long lashed eyes as deeply as

we can: for the universal teaching of love &

compassion/

but there is not much time/ now

for some crimson colour therapy for the workers/

as we all strike her dead into an out of body

experience/

or perhaps she is abducted by

guardian angels in u.f.o.s/ how can we know?/

 

all the while the song of the humpback whale is

gently freeing its oceans over the new age

abattoir p.a. system/

workers have been found to

be less stressed whilst this is playing & have

even brought in potplants for the tea room/

 

the cow’s heavy body (still kicking) is dragged

upwards on the hook/ her neck split open she cannot

hold in air & blood/

& a shout from the workers:

release yourself to the universal lifeforce!/

 

for the wet rebirth her skin is steamed off/ we

inject in some royal jelly & some herbalife/

 

tonight we celebrate her death & chew her fat

& digest her corpse/ knowing we are at one with

her & that she is at peace/

& for the ones left

behind: a nice massage in essential oils to ease

their distress

 

 

Kind regards,

 

Marguerite