Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Slaughterhouse Blues

I used to work at a slaughterhouse. It was family run one, and I'd been given a job to help process the animals.about two years ago there was a flood. I was just starting out there at the there. It's by a creek, so the place got swamped. Anyways, I was part of a small group checking to make sure if we had gotten all the animals to safety. We had most of them, but we noticed that we were missing a pregnant sow. We still don't know exactly how she got out since the gate had a locked and chained, and there was no other way for a pig to get out. The place was filled with water so we really couldn't search for her that well. Anyways, a week passed, and the water had finally receded enough for us to go back in the barn, and look for her. She was lying on her side dead in the water. By that time there was about two inches of water in there. So, there she was, covered in flies, mud, maggots, and generally rotting, and decaying. But the worst part was that somehow, we think, we hope, some coyotes came in and ripped her open because she was cut from her chin to her tail. However, the fact that there was dead pig fetuses strewn around, and a general lack of bit marks still makes me think otherwise.

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