aron blesch

Abattoir - Poem by aron blesch


Chirping beaks in soft blue light,
conveyor belts moving en masse.


Sudden electric shocks occurring
as rotating razors slit throats.


Lifeless to the hooks they're going.
Blood's pouring down metal drains.


Robot claws tear white feathers;
organs are ripped out.


Kill floor meatmen deposit carcasses
in plastic packages.

Comments about Abattoir by aron blesch

  • (3/22/2007 5:51:00 PM)

    If all of us had to kill and dress our oiwn meat I think there would be many more vegetarians (Report)Reply

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (3/21/2007 10:50:00 PM)

    Actually I witnessed a pork slaughter house. It was horrible to look at. First they stunned the pig by hitting its forehead. Then they hooked its mouth by a chain pulley atop. Inserted a iron rod into its guts. The blood drained out in a vessel at the bottom. Then the carcass moved to the next section, where they removed the skin and cut the flesh into pieces, Your poetry reminds me of this scene what I saw some fifty years ago. I am a vegetarian by birth and happened to see this by an accident where I went thinking it was a milk factory. A nice poem of yours I saw today. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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