20 September 2009



his vision goes beyond
death’s immediacy
thirty eggs are to hatch
three weeks hence – a
process as inexorable as
cellular division and there
can be no more delays

rises above rough
mechanics of slaughter –
you are fine birds
he praises still-warm bodies
plucked and cleaned
we shall eat well for
many months

dogs view a moment
sceptically walk away
better he leave some whole
for us they opine but he won't
he’s never tasted sweet flesh
hot from the chase that
melts in your mouth

he sees only hatchlings
pure in their innocence
© 29 July 2009, I. D. Carswell