Pigs

Instinctively the forest
is our true home
man un kind must have known this
but to see
the fresh designs created
in his CAFO’s
demonstrates his blindness
actually
the discord and the grossness
of his artlessness
its jarring to the spirit
and the mind
clumsy cramped unclassical conditions
repellant, loathsome
all this underlined
thousands of them small cocoons
ungainly
rows of them
to greet the troubled eye
unpicturesque I have to say forbidding
a hideosity that does belie

a hopelessness a comfortless creation
a war of nerves played out
in cinemascope
gradually they are emptying
each vital row
and proving beyond doubt that they can cope
entering the factory the white tiles
stained with blood
explosively we see the knives
or we hear that awful thud
of body from a height dropped
fast upon the slab
another mechanical hand
comes out and swiftly it does grab

and off they go bits cut off of them
as they go along
this automation
it isn’t seen as wrong
its effective its efficient
life ends in this place
the robots do their sculpting
and soon there is no trace
of all those lovely specimens
that laid in that huge place
and listened to each other snort
and shared the shared disgrace

man un kind designed it
created it the sheer
torment it was evident
and the claustrophobic fear
it just gave me the willies
observing it from high
upon the crusted gantry
where so many pigs would die

and through into the holding pens
a jungle of tight wire
held the waiting animals
aware and some on fire
hearing no doubt feeling
that death was pretty near
the smells the yells
where in their dwells
enormous bouts of fear

I doubt that hell is half as bad
for this abhorrent place
an immediate aversion
the look now on each face
nauseous and clearly
finding it all too much
clearly now down trodden
and seriously out of touch

reality this isn’t
the forest back from where
their instinct might have guided them
to this current despair
cocooned in violent cages
their closeness did appear
to give each one more real concern
and a buildup of great fear