Kerala apparently has a special way
of killing its farm animals
a hammer saves the day
they look into each earthlings eyes
and it looks back at yours
then hit it with a hammer
thats of course the cause
its looks at you
and its mystified
that you both look at it
so whack it on the head again
and probably a bit
more, and watch it
crumble panting on the floor
then cut its throat and hose it down
yes all its blood and gore
barbaric its just wicked what men
can do all day
they all gaze at each other
its really the only way
how can they be sentient
how can they do this
in the heat
they are not discreet
its murder yes it is
the hammer comes down
several times
on the animals head
its eye’s bulge and its mouth bleeds
but still it isn’t dead
and what about these murderers
how do they live like this
killing with so much horror
day in day out, it is
far too obviously graphic
each soul that hits the ground
in the most abject agony
with its final spluttering sound
this must get to them basically
it must wake them at night
thinking of those last few looks
and why it isn’t right.
or perhaps they are just too far gone
they just don’t care at all
its just a job, a killing job
you become some sort of ghoul
but then if this is what happens
have they a wife to keep
do they have children
how do they feel
do they lay sometimes and weep
surely it must get in grained in their soul
those eyes all beseeching
what was the role
why were they put here to murder each day
surely there has to be some other way
how can they eat meat
how can they dare
or are they just
shot away
and unaware