I have walked in circles
I have crawled upon the ground
I have had feelings that tell me it is correct to do so.
Feelings that tell me I must sleep in a barn and eat, growing fat and ripe;
Tell me to wait for the day to come when a human being will use me as a breeding implement on one of the other beasts with rope around its neck and walls around its body.
Then another day my blood will spill and my body will be harvested and used for their sustenance.
To my brethren I am one of the lucky few that have been able to change the dynamic. One of my earliest memories is nodules of human muscle between my teeth.
This space is indeed a farm. It grows fear and anger.




The harvest is fast approaching.






In the fields