Killing the Pig


On my brief holiday my mother’s farm home

in County Clare

 My uncle Michael called me

In readiness for our cousin Paddy McNamara

He came down from Mullagh to kill the Pig

Soon he silenced the screeching animal

His knife pierced both sides of his throat

And the blood streamed into a bath

I stood there inhaling the uniqueness

I marvelled at the beasts cleanliness

I was not afraid

I had no nightmares

But in the cabin

I saw life and death.