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Before and After the Watershed
There are scenes she said
Some may find distressing
Ten pm after the watershed
Tender calf trusting eyes
Trussed and sliced it yields its lolling head
Scarce attached to cleansing jets I feel
Even black and white it makes you think
Reweigh the lamb, the veal
Earlier UN food escorted in
To hordes of inconvenient bone scarce clad
In rag or skin too weak to beg
Only the flies stay well in thick-mined fields
Remains of families hopeless eyes
We are not warned that we'll
Not like the sight it makes you think
Reweigh the lamb, the veal