- One Goat Leg
I came to see my parents this morning. A dried cured leg of kid. A delicacy I am told. My fathers friend was busy carving it up, carefully cleaning the bone, avoiding sinews. All very jolly.
- Two Gutted Piglets
I ran and errand for my mother to the butchers. Resting peacefully among the pork chops and ribsteaks, were two little dead piglets. Their eyes closed, their mouths closed, and were it not for the fact they were gutted clean, you'd think they were asleep. They were quite slender, and I could see the outline of ribs through the skin.
Much like I can see the outline of my 3 year olds ribs through the skin when he stretches his arms out to be tickled.
I bought a lambshank, a pork loin and some sausages. It was on my shopping list, and I went back to my mothers house with a heavy heart.
3 (and 4) 3 Slain Corpses, 1 dead baby in womb
I sit down to eat lunch. Open sandwich with smoked salmon and egg. My eyes rest on the newspaper.
Three Coffins, flowers, the picture of the young mum to be, her husband and her mother who were carved up by their downstairs neighbour last week, leaving behind two little boys from his previous marriage.
It is all gone horribly wrong isnt it.
Animal - Human. Death is awful. We are all horrible. Our society is just plain wrong.