DEATH ROW

My tag says 70,861… three more and I’m next
I, born out of rape – my mother, helpless for she was chained
At birth, taken away from her and imprisoned in a battery pen
I wasn’t alone
There were others like me, stolen from their mothers
For weeks I hear her bellowing for me
But I could only cry back longing for her snuggle
I could only imagine the taste of her milk,
Which I was forbidden to drink
I could still remember her smell
And how she talked to me while I was still in her womb
She always told me, ‘Be brave my child just like your siblings who were long gone’
I didn’t know why, but now I understand – for I’ll be born in this hell…


The ramp is moving, two more & I’m next
We didn’t like what they feed us,
But we’re so famished spray-dried blood is the only choice
I once peaked through a hole in my wall
My two-legged feathered friends hanged to the guillotine machine ball
My pink-eared pals pushed to the electrocution turbine roll
Several other babies thrown to the mill ground alive & all
And a lot of us knocked out with a gun to their heads
Blood splattered all over walls, ceilings, and floors
Laying lifeless but still breathing, blood drained to dripping pans
Immobile but still conscious, skinned & amputated…

The ramp moves again, one more & I’m next
Before me, my amigo turns his back attempting to escape
But there was no other exit
At night when I cry myself to sleep
I dream of my mommy nuzzling my cheek
And on her breasts, I’m soundly asleep
But I wonder still, why they loved my mother’s milk
Yesterday I heard them say, she no longer filled to the brim
Now my spent mama useless to them, they’ll shoot her at the killing well
If only I could kiss her goodbye and feel her warmth once again…

The ramp moves and it’s my turn
My heart thumping heavily & fast
I wish this murder chambers were made of glass
People outside would hear us screaming & begging for our life
Maybe if I suckle my knocker’s hand, he’ll have a heart & set me free
If not, maybe in death I’ll be in paradise and finally be with my mother’s glee…

--- Lindsel /March 7, 2013