Abattoir song

the shuffle hooves
click head-to-hide cattle
the press of mud shit
billiard eyes shunt
grunting low beams
of steaming semis

under mire ratchet
of gurking yards
herd of udders hassled
down iron chutes
by breathless kelpies
not needing to bark

as a child I hear all this
a dream track to sleep
across damp paddocks
slaughter lights and cleavers
the sluice of fi lling throats
and death sheds wintering



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Sam Morley

Sam Morley is an emerging poet living in Melbourne. His work has been published by Cordite Poetry Review, Red Room Poetry, Hunter Writer’s Centre and shortlisted in the ACU Poetry Prize 2020.

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