The Slow Goat March

May 2nd, 2025

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Roped, he fights against moving forward-
Fighting each step with all his strength pulling rearward-
It is his day to be butchered and he seems to know what’s coming-
If he could just shake the rope he would take off running-
The tug of war continues until we reach the waiting bar and hoist-
He fights still as his blood pours out upon the ground moist-
He is gone and only the earthly body does remain-
His soul, his spirt take flight till his next life, the dead body can not the spirit retain-
I Gut him, skin him and quarter him up to grind and freeze for chili, spaghetti and such-
I fed and treated him well until it was time for the slaughter now for the food he gives me I do thank him much.