Adele
BLACK MARKET
I’m so angry I could scream!
Someone stole my heifer.
Had the nerve to back a truck
right up to the barn and coax
my gentle Betty out of her stall.
She wasn’t afraid of anyone—
she’d been shown at the fair
and was used to people.
She was halter broke.
Could be led anywhere.
Was tame as a puppy.
She’ll probably end up as
black market beef.
My poor sweet Betty.
I hope whoever snatched her
chokes on her bones.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Poster courtesy Northwestern University Library.
4 comments:
Oh no!
Poor Betty! Poor Adele!
I can't imagine how dreadful it would be, & how desperate people can be. This is a shout of a poem, pure disgust at mankind, and sadness at all the loss.
This was based on a story a women told me about her heifer being stolen. Can you imagine how hard it must have been for her to accept?
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