She is a farmer’s wife, she is a farmer
She drowned the kittens
She said, it had to be done.
She said, It broke my heart
She said, I put them in a sack
She said, I plunged the sack snap, like that, into the bucket
She said, I had no choice
I was on my own.
It seemed barbaric to me
And I really didn’t want to listen or to hear.
I leave the farm and the farmer’s wife.
Now I reflect and consider,
How many small bodies has the sea swallowed
As the Syrian refugees flee their war?
It’s barbaric
But it seems we shed more tears over kittens.
Trudie Shannon
