Note: This makes me very sad. I wrote this after watching a documentary about animals bred, raised and slaughtered for food. One particular pig stood out for me so this is her story. There are no happing endings here. I will be forever haunted by what I saw. This piece is copyrighted so please do not copy it unless by permission.
Raven and Pig
by P. Najafabadi
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Raven sits at the highest point in the tree,
stretching out shining black wings to be warmed by the sun
he looks down
watching, waiting for Pig
It is her turn
Pig doesn't understand what's happening
she just knows that she's afraid
she can hear the screams of other pigs
she senses their fear and it feeds into her own
she smells the hot coppery scent of blood in the air
mixed with terror
the man screams at her
he beats her across her back with his stick
he kicks her
she is so terrified her bowels let loose right where she stands
she turns around trying to escape the man
in her panic she slips on her own excrement and falls on her side
the man is enraged
and he continues to beat her with his stick
and kicks at her as she struggles to get up
bruised and bloody
in pain and terrified
she is herded to an awful place
jammed into a filthy, bloody box
a bolt is rammed into her head and she is stunned
her leg is shackedstretching out shining black wings to be warmed by the sun
he looks down
watching, waiting for Pig
It is her turn
Pig doesn't understand what's happening
she just knows that she's afraid
she can hear the screams of other pigs
she senses their fear and it feeds into her own
she smells the hot coppery scent of blood in the air
mixed with terror
the man screams at her
he beats her across her back with his stick
he kicks her
she is so terrified her bowels let loose right where she stands
she turns around trying to escape the man
in her panic she slips on her own excrement and falls on her side
the man is enraged
and he continues to beat her with his stick
and kicks at her as she struggles to get up
bruised and bloody
in pain and terrified
she is herded to an awful place
jammed into a filthy, bloody box
a bolt is rammed into her head and she is stunned
she is hoisted by one leg into the air and her throat is cut
still conscience
she struggles violently while suspended helplessly
as the blood gushes from her neck
hot and salty it stings her eyes
Raven waits patiently for the precise moment for when Pig gives in to death
then lifts his head towards heaven
releases a long scream in protest of her murder
then he sweeps down gathering her essence
and carries her away on his shining black wings
away from wicked men
whose hearts are hard and eyes too blinded by greed
to see Pig and her sweet sensitive spirit
for the gift that she was.
Raven looks down on the empty shells of men knowing that they are already long dead
for they had murdered their own souls the moment they murdered their first pig
P. Najafabadi
Jan. 19, 2011
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