140 Christmas barn birth

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Manure, ice, straw, blood
greet the winter birth.
Fascinating,
hypnotic to watch a
holsteins travail.
The gory infant,
hooves and nose first,
a baby bull,
destined for slaughter.
The struggle for the right
to struggle for short sucks
on an emptying udder.
Then a short ride
to the butcher
in an old cold truck.

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About Ken Greenman

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