Slaughter, by Jane Dougherty

Animals in a Landscape, by Franz Marc (Germany) 1914.

Slaughter

There came a time of blood red light,
and then the night
fell and swept away the sleeping
lowing things.
They walked into the flames,
heads full of fire,
mud mire
swallowed them,
shards whittled them,
hung them on hooked barbs  
like dead cattle.

Jane Dougherty

​Jane Dougherty is Irish, living and writing (not necessarily in that order) in southwest France. She writes novels, short stories, very short stories and poetry. She has been published in several magazines and web journals including Enchanted Conversations, Eye To The Telescope, The Ogham Stone, Literally Stories, Hedgerow Journal, The Bamboo Hut, Visual Verse, Three Drops from a Cauldron, and Lucent Dreaming. Her website: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/