Coral Hull: Poetry: Broken Land: 5 Days In Bre: Photographic Pictorial: Day Four/ XI. The Goat Abattoir/ 6. (because goats scream like humans)

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CORAL HULL: BROKEN LAND: 5 DAYS IN BRE
Day Four

XI. THE GOAT ABATTOIR

6. (because goats scream like humans)

I only knew it was 4 times, the scream of a man,
(because goats scream like humans).
Terror is the word, or blood curdling, or in cold blood.
I have never heard it before & I never want to hear it again.
But for now I must hear it forever.
Because I am listening, the sound happens inside me.
Dad said, "They scream like humans.
When I was out on a property once, lookin' afta 15 workin' dogs,
I 'ad ter go & shoot a wild goat every few days for food,
but they screamed.
So I ended up goin' inter town ter buy petfood.
I felt my blood run cold.
I know I eat meat,
but that screaming gave me the horrors.
I'd never do that again."
I said, "It sounded like a man."
Dad said, "That's a male goat. They scream like men.
Whereas a female screams like a woman, & the kids scream like children."
I thought, I have never heard someone being murdered before.
"We're finished out 'ere, Coral."
So I did what I had to do with the scream.
I absorbed it.
The way a person in shock, will repeat an action, to allow it to sink in.
My blood turned cold, until my skin ached & I felt very sick.
Until somewhere inside, enough was enough.
Now I don't remember anything.
I only know it was 4 times,
the scream of a man, (because goats scream like humans).

    

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