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Con Chapman

Con Chapman
Location
Boston, Massachusetts, US of A
Birthday
September 28
Bio
. . . is the author of over fifty books--some with paper!--available on amazon.com and elsewhere.

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MAY 5, 2012 3:57PM

The Auction of the Children's Animals

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They enter slowly in twos, pairs of kids and cattle.
Once in the center of the ring the auctioneer begins his call,
and one of them knows that this will be all.

The buyers and lookers on stare and see only the other and
how much meat it holds on its bones—they bid by the pound.
It is over too soon. In the eyes of the children one seems

to detect a failed stoicism; it’s not a pet they’ve been told
before, it’s how we earn our bread. We wouldn’t have the
things we have if we didn’t sell them, let them go.

Still, the eyes betray them. They are giving up a
being they have raised for cash, a cold trade for
a living, breathing mass of flesh and heart and bone.

Rays of light shine though the windows near the ceiling,
catching motes that seem to loll idly down an unseen street,
kept aloft by the commerce within; they will settle later.

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Wow, Con Man, what a cool post... would have never figured you for an FFA kind of guy.
Yeah, I know what you mean. Grew up in farm country. But it's one thing to raise animals for food you eat yourself and another to be one of those mega-farm conglomerates.
made me ill- well done
No wonder fewer and fewer kids go into farming!

Wonderful read.
This is so good but so chilling. It captures something I've always wondered, esp. after reading Charlotte's Web so many times. How do you sell a living thing you've raised and most likely loved, for slaughter?
Don't know--I never did, and I didn't know the farm kids well enough to know how they felt.
It's OK, kids. You can keep enuf of the cash from old Bessie to buy that new iPad you've been nagging us for.
Ma--come quick! The iPad had a litter of iPods!
When I was relatively young, 16, I stopped eating critters. It felt wrong. It felt like eating pain. I don't get all PETA about being a vegetarian, but do read your post and go, yeah.

I like how you ambush. I never know what I'll read here.
We're nearing the season of county fairs and 4-H barbecues here. You capture it wonderfully.