The Silence Of The Lambs Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
The Silence Of The Lambs
They are now all long gone
Slaughtered and cut
Cooked as mutton
Eaten, digested
Leftovers given to dogs.
But, I still remember so vividly
The twilight when they silently stood
Frozen images of terror, listening intently
To scraping knives, in the lush green enclosure
Even as many of their friends hung on hooks.
In the frozen glaze of their eyes
Did I find a strange sense of acceptance
Or was it something else I will never know?
But, it was something quite unforgettably eerie
That was in the air, the very cold hostile air
That day, that eve, in the town butchery.
Deep thoughts. Killing for food. Lambs, young animals becoming mere meat. Most of us do not want to think about the animal when we eat the meat. On the other hand most of the animals slaughtered for meat at a young age may have never seen the daylight, was it not because of the meat industry. I am not so sure what is right, what is wrong. I think a very important apect of the whole issue to give the animals a life they would be able to enjoy. If I see how some of them are transported, it is very sad. Good and very thought provoking poem.
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4/18/2024 6:33:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very moving poem beautifully expressed. I'm told pigs often have heart attacks on the way to the Slaughterhouse. They know. A tough subject well tokd. Thank you Tom billsborough