19. for the sheep, that were brought to the melbourne highrises
the bankrupt farmer was bringing livestock to the city, in a trailer with a small tractor, as a protest to the government, he was handing the terrified animals over to the public, & the people that live in those inner city highrises, were trying to load the big fleecy families of sheep, who had traveled hundreds of kilometres, up into those narrow piss- smelling lifts, were trying to take them way up into those hundreds of units, to be used for their own devices in the shabby loungerooms, i felt desperate, that the situation was desperate, i thought of those sheep up there, being fucked up the arse & being tortured with knives, their white screams muffled behind those soundproof walls, in those hundreds of tiny rooms, i thought of their legs being broken, & of their eyes being taken out, those sheep that the r.s.p.c.a. wouldn't save, & how the filthy hands & wide eyes of those people, who could have eaten fruit, how they grabbed at the bodies of those frightened sheep, as the sheeps' faces flashed & how the kind hands of the animal rights activists reached into those sheep, into those crooked trailers, the eyes of the activists saying how they loved those sheep & how they would die for those sheep, until i felt myself amongst their grabbing, crying out, 'leave the sheep alone', as my body was worked through, i joined in the tug-o-war, for the sheep, that were brought to the melbourne highrises, we did our best |
