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
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.
Such a visceral poem, well done.
raw and, as Shaun says, “visceral.” love it