Poems of compassion dedicated to the non-human animals who share this planet with us and the people who fight for them.
What lay ahead, you, Chianina, sensed
yet approached with love
the eyes of a woman before you,
her soft hands extending
as you entered the killing chute
where you could smell the blood
of fear and hear known cries
yet never turned
but headed for her touch,
that last face of love familiar
as she stood to wait for you, this woman
other side of the wall retaining freedom,
woman who had stroked your flank and head before,
a living body you could nuzzle now, reach for
with your neck, ears, muzzle
one last time
of your tunneling execution
before—
before she would do the unthinkable
and descend upon withers to bless—
protect—remember—save—
your precious life.
©Lynne Goldsmith, 2019
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