I have known something of slaughter,
Of cow, pig, sheep and lamb;
Of goose from the air and trout from the water.
By coercion, pressure and stealth, man
Brings his food to the edge of his knife
To let the blood and harvest the meat.
From the blood of fellow creatures, life.
Making cold what brings him heat.
The cattle in the final feedlot,
The sheep outside the abattoir,
Forget the hay they finally need not
And resist the pastoral peace of the farm.
While the only meat that's elected and paid,
Turns its own neck to the butcher's blade.
CAUCUS, n. The corralling of sheep for quadrennial fleecing.