Turkey

Mum prepared the turkey today. I've watched animals being operated on and felt less disturbed

The first scream is the loudest.
The cry of anguish that can only mean
Danger! Death to those who follow my path!
I dont know how they do it.
That's the trick you see.
If the people heard that macabre cry,
No-one would allow this massacre.
But, stifled behind closed doors,
The festive killing will never cease.

But that's it.

The bird is dead now. Silenced, right?
Wrong. Quiet but not silent.

The keen-eared and over-feeling of us
Can hear each pained yelp
As feathers rip out of cold skin
Can head the anguished whimpers
As that skin is slowly peeled from muscle
Can hear pained whispers
As spices and glazes are rubbed into raw flesh
Before what little sound they can still make
Is smothered by the covering of your choosing
And baked at 170⁰C for 2 hours
And losing all voice
For good.