weaning season
he castrated the calves with a razor blade,
sliced open their scrotums, pulled and
tossed the testicles into an empty feed bucket
for the dogs to eat
now he has separated the cows from their calves,
a sudden weaning,
so the milk dries up, forcing the cows into fertility
at night, I shut the windows to their lowing
mothers calling to calves calling to mothers
the house grows stifling
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very poignant. and has left me feeling blue—i love it!
This is so tragic and so good
surrounded by cattle farms, I know of what you speak.
great depiction
Such a visceral poem, well done.
raw and, as Shaun says, “visceral.” love it