This summer Mad Ag and friends butchered 135 Delaware chickens to end a research project examining the benefits of insects in poultry feed. The birds thrived on the insect-based feed, but our excitement of this result was sidelined on this day by the intensity of butchering. Ending a life for food is hard. Exhausting. Grounding. Here, Emma’s hands are stained with blood. She is a vegetarian and wanted to get closer to life-death cycle. Thanks @meadowlarkfarmdinners@skivborealis @capn.clark@blackcatboulder @billyshaddox@marcuscurren and others for the help.
A few weeks ago I wrote a short poem reflecting on that day.
We kill by living though death
we hide in warehouses
do it in factories
push it to the outermost boundaries of our lives
failing to realize what we take
is failing to acknowledge who we are:
Products of death
and decomposition an immaculate tapestry of raw materials
resurrected into song
We are better at living
than dying naive
to how fertility works
What would we be if we knew how to die well?
Exxon, long gone
Taking, balanced by giving