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Poetry & Prose
Road
Kill
Virginia Khan — November 2006
A
little light went out today / Never mourned nor buried
/ Left to rot and decay / By the roadside...
Recognize
Me
Cheryl Greear — June 2006
For
I am you — whether winged
or furry or water bound — I live and die, just
as do you...
Don't
Cry for the Horses
Anonymous — June 2006
Don't
cry for the horses that life has set free, / A
million white horses forever to be. / Don't
cry for the horses, now in God's hand, / As
they dance and they prance in a heavenly band...
Animals
on Animal Testing
Gerry McArder, poem — January 2006
In
animal speak, they're not very impressed...
Reachable
Star
Salom Shriver, poem — August 2005
Henry
went to hospital... / twas Bethesda Naval / and
took a picture of an ape / in
a restraining chair...
Dogs
For Sale — To a Good Home
Author Unknown, Animal Rights Online, poem — July 2005
I was born in the Summer a few years ago
/ Quite why I was born, I'll never know / Some folk
who owned my mother, decided to breed / No reason I
know of except for their greed...
ALF
and the Boathouse
Lindy, UK Activist, poem — July 2005
There was a little boatHOUSE/
The ALFers
set alight...
Rags
Edmund Vance Cooke, poem
One day they took us budding M.D.s / To one of those institutes / Where they demonstrate every new disease / By means of bisected brutes...
The House Dog's Grave
Robinson Jeffers, poem
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard / To think of you ever dying./ A little dog would get tired, living so long...
On Abandonment
Kathie Flood, poem
He’s been there for days now / with nothing to do / but sit by the road / just waiting for you....
On Dogs
Gardner McKay, poem
A dog usually does what he sets out to do. / A dog can be introspective or outgoing. / A dog can look out a window longer than we can...
Starving and Full
Kate Dunayer, poem
/ as the half-dead live animal's head is bashed again / by a machine specially designed to simulate / a windshield, the pavement, a wall, hit full force...
Bessie What Happened To You?
Chalissa, poem
Bessy has no feelings / No needs / Is inanimate / Goal maximize $$$$'s / Compassion be damned!...
Gitel & Byrne — Or What I Learned from a Drive in the Country
Lois Flynne, essay — 1989
If it had been a person, a human being, everybody would have noticed immediately and acted to rescue it, unless of course it was a person who was a non-person in the particular society. If it had been a dog, we would all have noticed sooner and taken some action to help. We would certainly not have proceeded to dine on the flesh of its fellows without a qualm...
The
Land of Broken Cats
Tamara
Burnham, The Animals Voice Magazine, poem — September/October
1988
Sometimes
the juggernaut's wheel comes / slowly,
sometimes fast, the steely / ratio
of pounds to ounces one / sure
way of separating all nine / lives
from feline fresh...
Cow
Dancing
Lois Flynne, essay
Dancer was about seven months pregnant when she
came to me, a Jersey Springer, her great bag swinging, heavy
with milk from her last calf long gone, long dead, long veal.
Not long ago, like all the rest, her fifth baby had been taken
from her, barely a day old, a little boy...
Cow
Slaughter
Barbara Leavitt, essay
The bay next to the boneyard contained the gut pit,
but evidently its caretaker wasn’t as neat in his job
as was the boneman. Loops of dark intestine and sheets of membrane
hung over a low railing surrounding the pit. A small pile of
yellowish viscera was slopped in front...
Appointment
at the End of the World
Valerie Macys, essay
"They've taken your babies," I said sadly, looking
directly into one cow's mournful eyes. They rolled back in
her head as she bellowed anew...
Big
Earl and Me
Richad Hoyle, ode to Big Earl, essay — March 2004
When the trailer pulled up and they dropped the
gate / I knew his arrival was more than fate / One look in
his eyes and I could plainly tell / His life with us would
go very well
A special bond there soon would be / Between this pig, Big Earl, and me...
Animals
in 2050
Malini Patel,
poem
There once was a place called Salem / Where girls
lived deep in fear / Of being accused of witches brews / Then
knowing death was near...
The
Starfish Story
as told by Loren
Eiseley, poem
“It makes a difference to this one”...
Killer
in the Night
Maya Khankhoje, poem
i tried to align / the tip of my gun / with the
tip of your nose / as it is done in the movies / and pull the
damn trigger / which refused to budge / i had to kill you but
could not...
A
Ghost of a Chance
Sharon Gibson, essay
But Chance has learned that humans are not to be
trusted. I hope I can change his mind, earn his respect; maybe
I have a ghost of a chance...
Meantime
Paulette Callen, poem
I dream of the day / when a traveler will board
/ and the steward will say / with a questioning rise of his
eyebrow / "You're the carnivore?"...
Doxology
Lexicology
Paulette Callen, poem
Think of all the words (in English, now) / we have
for “bringing death” /like Eskimos for “snow”...
The
Bells of Heaven
Ralph Hodgson, poem
And they and them together / Knelt down with angry prayers
/ For tamed and shabby tigers / And
dancing dogs and bears...
Taking
Hands
Paulette Callen, poem
/ and then I get to thinking
/ about the time; it wasn’t so long ago / when I petted
my spaniel’s head with one hand and / ate my hamburger
with the other...
Kinship
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, poem
I am the voice of the voiceless; / Through me the
dumb shall speak, / Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
/ The wrongs of the wordless weak...
Stevie
Carol Hamilton, essay
In
the grand scale of things, the death of a cat must
seem insignificant, and when Stevie died this summer,
I tried to console myself by thinking that she had
lived a better life than most creatures on this planet...
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