Hollow Inside

there's a hush and a wonderment,

to know the animal is powerless,

infertile,dependant,trussed and bound,

fat and muscle stopped- white and bursting

between the ropes.

And the axe is heavy and shaped like a rose.

There's blooding running juicily from its' nose.

I set it free! Releasing a deep relieved snort.

It stays exactly there.

It doesn't even want to go anywhere!

It nibbles and buffets itself.

It almost climbed inside me for a while.

I beat it gently till it lay down.

Well, stupid animal,you make me cry

and laugh to smell you near.

My smallest child will hold you,

tend the welts and soothe your shakingness.

You will be free to roam and gore,

and I expect I'll even fall in love with you.

We could get married and live in pen and field.

You could nuzzle my neck while i comb your hair.

Your fur..my dear..your dirty, wild fur.

I remember the weight of an axe for a reason.

How I hate this hollow season.