.5. The Slaughter Man Poem by David Threadgold
.5. The Slaughter Man
Dripping with blood
See the slaughter mans knife
Once again killing
And taking a life
Carcase on rail hooks
Are swung to a block
Taken to butcher
Their limbs to unlock
Vast internal organs
Get sorted whilst hot
Smell quite disgusting
And there’s such a lot
Shipped off to shops
Will be sold to the many
Joints chops or steaks
Choose you can have any
Like human piranha
Bones left on a plate
Bred for their meat
With a slaughter mans date
© 2008 David Threadgold
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David, you write on such a lot of topics, never read one about a slaughter man before, but it's a job they have to do, people like to forget about if they can.... Andrew 10
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5/5/2024 3:00:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very explicate poem David, taking animals apart does not seem a nice job