Minutes before death at an abattoir. by Jo-Anne McArthur / We Animals www.weanimals.org
Minutes before death at an abattoir. by Jo-Anne McArthur / We Animals http://www.weanimals.org

Hark! The clamoring of frightened spirits,

the tremor of vile memories stolen,

shakes these nightly haunts.

Expiring visions reverberate onerous sleep–

A dead resonance,

dream echoes of a dying life.

Tho’ it is not I that die, no not yet.

But she,

brought from the bowels of irrelevance—

where lives flounder in man’s ignorance.

She holds, stately frightened,

begging God’s deliverance (look her eyes).

But no god of worth listens. They never do.

And slowly she fades withering in Death’s horror—

as he takes her innocent blood

she bleeds the floor red.

‘n again Death has claimed the hour,

in death-rite, where justice is never read.

So it goes in every agonizing tick.

This cold death-brazen darkness.

The dying, the suffering toll.

Where remorse falters,

‘n frightened teardrops grow—

upon crimson stained floors.

In a world refusing love,

with their eyes turned inward,

unwilling to bear,

the horrors endured

by other sentient souls.



    1. Thank you, Amelia. These words, they emanate from the firestorm in my soul and yet they fail to depict the inexplicable suffering our fellow earthlings endure. Yes, if only we could put a stop to this. If only.

      On another note, I bought Mungai and the Goa Constrictor. I confess it hooked me after reading the first few paragraphs. I don’t believe I’m your target audience, but then again you did say for children of all ages, so one could construe that to mean . . . anyway I’ve one book to finish before I pick this up, but I anxiously await the enveloping of myself into its tale.


      1. I can see you are deeply moved by the plight of the animals, Peter. And, your words do not fail – they illustrate their suffering perfectly. How anyone can make, or even allow, them to feel such mental anguish and physical pain is incomprehensible. And ,so many animals in so many places. Global animal cruelty seems to have reached epidemic proportions now. Sometimes, I feel truly ashamed I belong to the human race. The lines of “Black” which struck my heart the most were:

        “Where remorse falters,
        ‘n frightened teardrops grow,
        —upon crimson stained floors.”

        Heart wrenching!

        On a more cheerful note, thank you so much for buying Mungai and the Goa Constrictor. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Whatever my target audience, it seems to have been read by more adults than children anyway! I would love to know what you think of it when you get to it. ~ Amelia


        1. Hi Amelia,

          I too am ashamed. Hurt ‘n angry ‘n struggling to keep a abject misanthropy in check.

          I will certainly let you know what I think of your book when I’m finished, tho’ I suspect I already know the superior quality of the tale. 🙂

          Peace to you,



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