Raven and Pig

Note:  I wrote this  for all the precious souls who suffer.  I will never forget what I saw in a documentary about slaughtering  pigs.  This piece is copyrighted so please do not copy it unless by permission.

Raven and Pig  

by P. Najafabadi 

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Raven sits at the highest point in the tree,

he stretches out  shining black wings to be warmed by the sun

and looks down

watching, waiting for Pig

It is her turn

Pig doesn't understand what's happening

she just knows that she's afraid

she can hear the screams of other pigs

she senses their fear

and it feeds her own

she smells the hot coppery scent of blood in the air

mixed with terror

the man screams at her

he beats her across her back with his stick

he kicks her

she is so terrified that her bowels let loose right where she stands

she turns around  trying  to escape the man

in her panic she slips on her own excrement and falls on her side

the man is enraged

and he continues to beat her with his stick

and kicks at her as she struggles to get up and away

bruised and bloody

in pain and terrified

she is herded to that awful place

jammed into a filthy, bloody box

 a bolt is rammed into her head and she is stunned
her leg is shacked

she is hoisted by one leg into the air
and her throat is  cut

 still conscience

she struggles violently while suspended helplessly

and the blood gushes from her neck

hot and salty it stings her eyes

Raven waits for the moment that Pig  gives in to blessed death

then lifts his head and releases a long scream towards the heavens in protest of pigs' murder

then he swoops down to gather her essence

and carries her away on shining black, sun-warmed wings

away from the wicked men 

who hearts were  hard and eyes too blinded by greed

to see Pig with her sweet sensitive spirit

for the gift that she was.

Raven looks down on the shells of men knowing that they are already dead

for they had murdered their own souls the moment they murdered their first pig.

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P. Najafabadi

Jan. 19, 2011

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