Leon Trainor: To the Last
To the Last
In the country we kill a lot.
It must be done, nobody else
will do it for us. Souls who dwell
city-safe never give it thought.
Take captive rats: ten beady eyes
fasten on us, watching to see
what we’ll do, until we drop
their trap in a water bucket.
This bountiful autumn we caught
thirty-two, a mere iceberg-tip.
Another trap, hauled from a dam,
writhing with contorted eels;
what’s the first thing we do?
Pin down their heads, chop them all off
and feed them to the cockerels
(one day we’ll cut off their heads too).
Don’t think there’s no room for love
in this unresolved conundrum.
While slaughter gratifies our needs,
and no amount of cookery skills
could justify us to the beasts,
we may be certain they still feel.
For instance, consider the lambs:
each one’s mother had cut it loose
from the teat, henceforth to eat grass
wholly on its own, comfortless.
Came the day we took a young ram,
cut its throat, dragged it a paddock-
length to be hung, gutted and skun,
its mother broke from the clenched flock,
followed in evident distress
to know what became of her son.
Leon Trainor
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