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Late summer 1986

My mom and dad used to go to my uncle and aunt once a year to get meat and vegetables. My uncle and aunt had a farm and they grew all kinds of vegetables and they had chicken, turkeys and pigs. This day I came along.
My aunt had already put most of the vegetables in boxes, so all there was left to do was get the meat. I wasn't really charmed of seeing my dad and uncle decapitate the chicken and turkey, so I'd been wandering around the farm, see if I could find something more interesting to kill time with, but I happened to be just present when I saw my uncle grab a huuuge turkey.
I think it was the only turkey that we were going to take, the rest were chicken.
I don't know why I staid and watched, but I just did.
It was pretty obvious that the turkey wasn't all that comfortable in my uncle's arms, like it knew that what was going to happen. So it was pretty wild. My uncle could just manage to keep control over it and he got down on his knees to put the turkey's head on the wood, so that my dad could chop it off.
(I still wonder how someone, even my dad, could kill an animal just like that.)
My dad swung the axe and at the moment he hit it, the turkey tried a final desperate attempt to break loose. I think my uncle didn't expect it anymore, because he couldn't keep it in control anymore.
The scene that followed was horrible and gross and hilarious at the same time.
My uncle let go of the turkey, because he lost control of it. The turkey was already decapitated, though, so my uncle stood right in the centre of a fountain of blood coming from the turkey. He was completely covered.
And then the turkey took a run to nowhere, as the final reflexes after decapitation were going to an end. The turkey ran around without a head for some two minutes still before it sank to the ground.
My uncle just stood there, completely surprised with what happened and both my mom and dad (he caught a few spats of blood also, but not by a long shot as much as my uncle) were laughing until they cried.
And I stood there watching... Not really sure if I should laugh or feel disgusted.

Strangely enough it took still quite some years before I turned vegetarian...