A sheep on its knees tries to back away from the slaughter room

A sheep on her knees
a slaughter man’s hands
pushing her into
a blood soaked place
“I don’t want to go”
‘force me to kneel
this is such terror
this is so real
it happens each da y
through the tin door they slide
in another blood and snot
who relied
on the lamb and mint sauce
baked rare
and recalls the vile arse
of the sick slaughter man
the sheep tries so hard
not to go to her death
but was forced on her knees
and denied further breath