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A Mother Called 195 By Summer Jayne

Known in life
as one nine five,
she was birthing her baby
when she struggled and died.

She wasn't afforded
a dignified name.
No respect, no burial,
no relief from her pain.

Dumped at the gates
like garbage for collection
in full view of her sisters'
continued detention.

Dairy consumers —
she lays there for you.
Her lactations the product
that gauged her value.

Much more than a number,
she deserved dignity.
Only now after death
is she finally set free.

tagged mother cow

Photo © Summer Jayne, Taranaki New Zealand, August 2024 

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