Death at our hands ah! but we are humane

60 billion non humans killed each year
but of course we
call it humane slaughter
humane!
But its grim
so grim
for me

tired and often weary
some can’t walk at all
some are full of sores and cuts
and some just do appal

lifted hoisted
pushed and prodded
some hardly have breath
every one
they slit their throats
and
cut them up on death

thats some
the others
they get legs sliced off
before alas they die
and rainbow bridge
or somewhere’s
their agony
each eye

is wet with tearful
sorrow
their throats
are sorely dry
as they watch their blood spill
on the floor
and over the slaughter guy