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 in co-op mart?
Do girly gazes melt many hearts;
dark droppings, damp urine dribble,
concrete underfoot, no grass to nibble.
Loudspeaker echo, auctioneer’s voice,
pushed into pens without a choice;
no fresh field smell, missed open air,
absent now tender breeder care…
Push-bundled into trailer cramped,
crumpled papers signed, stamped,
transported next to certain slaughter,
brain bolt aimed, farewell “still water”.
Silent now, no plaintive bleat
very still now, once sturdy feet;
lamb cutlets in butcher displays
artfully arranged on metal trays;
photos: Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/
interview with Dora Kazmierak www.thatsfarming.com/news/dora-kazmierak