The Killing machine ( slaughterhouses have them)

No cow has ever deserved
the latest contraption that we see
to do away with a precious soul
to transcend all constancy
by creating such a wicked vile
contraption bullt in Hell
this is an insult for us all
as anyone knows well

the cows are pushed and prodded
and made to enter they
are tender soulful creatures
this is not the way
to encourage them to sacrifice
themselves so we can eat
their bodies and can use their skin
this is not discreet

in anyway its devilry
its transgression and its dark
no wonder they baulk when seeing it
for they will leave their mark
their blood their snot their mucus
will coat the inner sleeve
their tears their fears their urine
nobody can believe

what we design for innocents
and how we make them feel
we frighten them and aggravate
No we don’t conceal
anything, its heinous
our terror they absorb
their guiltlessness so obvious
who was it who would daub
the vile contraption with their
soul
this cylindrical device
they step into a revolving box
and are slaughtered in a trice

but someone a real human
was paid a handsome sum
to sit and design this evil
just to watch it leaves you numb
to shackle and to besmirch
to torture and to try
and make their passing
frightening
my question really why?

this is a joyful ungulate
peace loving after all
affectionate with feelings
and gentle as a rule
to cynically grab hold of it
in a scurrilous kind of way
and insult its very being
in a rancorous display

is to my mind without
thought or care
it is spiteful and for me
so far over the proverbial top
its unlikely it could be
further, to embitter
a poor soul in this way
becomes an affront
and they take the brunt
of our clearly sick decay

and I look at a cow
in that awful box
its there before my eyes
a photograph of this evil
and don’t believe the lies
that the pristine trays
in supermarkets portray
under pink lights
these cows are murdered
blatantly,
the poor sweet soul
now bites
the box the air the
pre conceived someone
who is there
this is the wrath of evil
this is the vile despair
the terrible emotion
the end is near and she
wants to see her babies
and clearly wander free

again out in the pasture
but this never will take place
she’s bleeding from great gaping wounds
her trachea does grace
some horrid bin now on the floor
and her throat has been cut across
the agony and the certainty
as her head she tries to toss

watching this I vomit
her eyes roll to the sky
she’s drooling no one’s fooling
me how she does cry
blood pours from each orifice
she defecates as well
the shock the awe the horror
this for me a gruesome spell

I never will forget those eyes
that aching sad embrace
those heart wrenching sounds she uttered
and that sad look on her face
she was clearly lost completely
in the darkness of it all
and watched for a few moments
as her own blood hit the wall

like a geyser so soon over
limp and lifeless shaking so
she sunk onto the levers
into the spirit world did go
a form still hot with energy
now released and cut a bit
and hung up on the gantry
her body being split

it was too much for me to see
the sight the sounds the smell
her internal organs just unwrapping
as noisily they fell
out onto a butcher who happened
to be there
a man not in my estimate
but a fiend dressed up to scare

whatever I do with the rest of my life
whatever I ever see
I will not forget that cow
who ended up in front of me
in that awful dark contraption
who was tortured and killed
so we
could fill our pristine poly trays
with its flesh and blood and be

holier than bloody thou
on our culinary spree
to re create a wondrous dish
for the whole family
that cow was so affectionate
dying in such stress
and those last looks she gave me
left me in a mess

I never will forget her
the disappointment there
how very desolate she felt
knowing nobody did care
and having then to suffer
the agony and pain
which would taint the flesh forever
with vileness and disdain