Poems of compassion dedicated to the non-human animals who share this planet with us and the people who fight for them.
8 hour shift of carnage
It ain’t murder, it’s the ‘harvest’
Swine skull crack- right on target
Makin’ bacon for your stomach
From your plate, down your gullet
Making it way down to your toilet
Likewise, plates scraped into a garbage
Porcelain clean, free from pig carcass
Oooh, the faint scent of garlic
Punch the clock for more mayhem
Gotta feed the monsters ham
Bring down the hammer- BAM!
Swing that maul hard as I can
Goddamn
Piggy squirms like a worm in a can
I’m a slaughterhouse worker
The bogeyman
Hell yeah, my hammer can’t be beat!
This Fucker is a real death dealing treat!
Heavy enough to fracture concrete!
I use it to turn pigs into meat…
Ain’t that neat?
‘Sledgehammer’ etymology
Derivation means ‘strike violently’
Used to break through masonry
And, frightfully…
Our diet dynasty…
We use it to smash skulls of piggies
Bone splintering, pigs lay bloodily
The bodies, crimson, lifelessly
©Heidi Coon, 2021
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