Fletcher
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Don't worry, my sanity is locked away in the bank, far from anyone. Including me.
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Post by Fletcher on Mar 22, 2006 18:56:55 GMT -5
You tried for a while. You failed not long after, And gave up. I heard the shouts of fury, I heard the whips crack. I was in the trailer as it rumbled away, After you gave up.
I smelled the blood in herd. I tasted fear together. I felt the utter terror, Thick throughout the air. The shrill winnies, wern't mine alone. After you gave up.
The crimson halter slipped over my head, Wasn't crimson with dye. The stained lead rope, Red patches haunting My very soul began to shake. After you gave up.
Pearls showing at my eyes, Fear swamping my mind. I acceped fate, as they aim the gun. Aimed it at my head. After you gave up.
I felt the bolt enter my mind. I smelled the blood running down my head. I knew when they hang me from the ceilling, Hocks aching, fetlocks burning. After you gave up.
I felt the slash at my neck, Made by one who knew death. The last thing I ever knew, Was the blood running down my neck.
This poem was written to remind all of you about the horrors of horse slaughter, of the terror that equines feel. They aren't humans, but they can hurt.
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Post by Sophronia on Apr 10, 2006 22:07:15 GMT -5
Very moving...I like the way you string your words together. It all seems to flow perfectly...nice work.
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