died today.

At the hands of a young woman wearing the job title, Vet.

John paid for her to get a bit confused and lost among the winding roads of Joseph Plains. And yet, upon arrival it was business as usual, a business of animal life…and death.

Why write of this? Why are you reading this then? A horse died today. An old horse with papers no less.

Three shots.

One to weaken the senses and wobble the mass

Two to cause confusion and let gravity do the rest

Three to still the heart causing

death.

Today I witnessed the human condition in the purest sense. A solution to problems of the born and unborn. Problems where if ‘life’ was left to continue the society/family would be put to the test.

With an excavator dragging and lifting the now composting beast; laying the body to rest beneath the rock laden soil, I got paid for participating in one of the most annoying aspects I find about your planet.

So, as the cows lurked in the background while being lead to a greener pasture and path leading to their death, and a neighbor watching with detached interest (a lot is revealed in a hand shake) and for John, a man who has treated me with respect, to him and him alone, I applaud his appeal to attain dignity and giving his wife’s horse the best of his attempts going against all odds of survival.

(a parting question: Why? Why do humans so dearly love to kill life, and even going further, to try and kill Life?)

If you are human, you can never then answer or understand.