Earlier on this year I had the opportunity to spend seventy solo days in an Irish rural location. One day I took my photographer friend to a livestock mart in that area. watching all the sheep get pushed into pens, then sales rings, then large cattle trucks, I began to consider what their eventual fate will be…
What fate awaits me in co-op mart?
My sheepish gaze melts many hearts;
dark droppings, damp urine dribble,
concrete underfoot, no grass to nibble.
Loudspeaker echo, auctioneer’s voice,
pushed into pens, I have no choice;
missed fresh field smell, and open air,
absent now tender shepherd care…
Push-bundled, trailer cramped,
crumpled papers signed, stamped,
transported next to certain slaughter,
brain bolt aimed, farewell “still water”.
Lamb cutlets now in window displays
artfully arranged on butchers trays;
I’m no metaphorical lamb for sin,
I’m merely meat, sensual sheepskin.
photos: Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/
interview with Dora Kazmierak www.thatsfarming.com/news/dora-kazmierak