Monday, September 26, 2011

An Excoriated Cow - A poem by Kitty Blenkinsopp

An excoriated cow ;
My question, “how?”
In butcher’s window shop display
dressed meat on polystyrene tray
white bone and fat, muscle tissues red
little sign nearby of where life was bled.
An excoriated cow ;
My question, “how?”
Bloated mound, rank from afar
aftermath of cow meets car.
From dusty ditch heavy buzzings rise.
A single cow breeds many blowflies.
An excoriated cow ;
My question, “how?”
Great bones bleached in savannah sun
Life force wrested by coward’s gun
Pachyderms mourn in African dusk
Tourists pay bull price for mother’s tusk.
An excoriated cow ;
My question, “how?”
Ocean giants; nowhere to run
Tracked by radar; blasted with gun
From beating heart, flesh is sliced
Market fresh; gleaming ice
For science and sushi, the cow must die
My question, “why?”

© 2002 Kitty Blenkinsopp

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