Cattle To The Slaughter

Full to the burst,
then some more;
mass tending to infinity,
space shrunk to a bore.

Milked by human greed,
coerced by animal need;
bodies cursed, souls crushed,
cattle to the daily slaughter.

Past imperfect, future tense,
Tomorrow = yesterday;
a wretched-go-square of
have, need, want and despair.

Unwillingly willing to be led,
then uncaringly willing;
from birth to death,
and another day begins.

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Saurin Desai

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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Christopher S. Bunch

Wow, very moving!

Mahrukh Ali

Thats a very heavy one Saurin. Too much pain, too many analogies drawn and the metaphorical cattle of yours bears the fear we all do…all of us.


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