The little calf awaits (his fate)

Those who
look the other way
haven’t got a lot to say
the calf who sits
and awaits his death
who looks up
and prays, that
his breath

continues

but of course
we know
that soon
this little soul
must go

to veal
a veal calf that’s
to where
caged up, alone
just with despair

fed on milky slop
so he
won’t develop muscle
tragically

a few months of this
cruelty
and a slit throat
that’s, what he
has to now look forward
to
and I say dearie me