“Comes a Sorrowing Slaughter”
A spent summer on horizons of white,
you wore furs twice as thick as any slice of bacon;
A witness to slaughtered deaths.
I wondered if you studied “Old Bill,”
warm and unbled.
There is no sense in small rivers of blood
that blend with briny dust.
Yet, eventually, we all become swallowed by
wakes of blue darkness.
When caressed on one’s self
the envision becomes embroiling,
for in the midst of hunger and greed –
comes a sorrowing slaughter.
Is there no distress for the
innocence that holds no concept
of…. human fur?
Once killed for necessity,
is now for cosseted wealth.
You stick your finger into the
unfamiliar club-rift as
the last of warmth unfolds.
You’re shaken when
his cry returns.
you wore furs twice as thick as any slice of bacon;
A witness to slaughtered deaths.
I wondered if you studied “Old Bill,”
warm and unbled.
There is no sense in small rivers of blood
that blend with briny dust.
Yet, eventually, we all become swallowed by
wakes of blue darkness.
When caressed on one’s self
the envision becomes embroiling,
for in the midst of hunger and greed –
comes a sorrowing slaughter.
Is there no distress for the
innocence that holds no concept
of…. human fur?
Once killed for necessity,
is now for cosseted wealth.
You stick your finger into the
unfamiliar club-rift as
the last of warmth unfolds.
You’re shaken when
his cry returns.
~
This poignantly beautiful and powerful poem comes from my dear friend Paula Barr Carrigan - weaving haunting imagery with a subtle sense of lyrical purpose she conveys the need to bring to witness a terrible crime against nature. It's easy to overlook such acts because indeed we not witness up close the horror of this crime. And so far removed from it we can safely ignore it even as the occasional news story flashes by. Yet words like Paula will remain within our conscious - and further - touch our soul - with their beauty and grace. Social consciousness as art is a very powerful and necessary medium. Thank you Paula for being the artist - and human being - that you are.
Peace,
Eric
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