To Billy who is no more

 Amid the bleat of goats

Billy is taken to the slaughter house

One huge blow

And lo! Billy is no more

The sharpened knife

Finds the right spot

Just a knock

And the bones and ribs

That once kept Billy together

Easily fall apart

And as the sliding knife

Paves its way through

Billy is turned into pieces.

Isn’t it so simple, so easy

To quieten and bring to end

A God’s creation?