Féile Vegan
Day 13:
The sow lies in the gestation crate.
What else is there to do? Move two steps forward, then back? Bite the metal
bars? The stench of urine and faeces is unrelenting, as is the artificial light.
She closes her eyes to sleep. Deep in her mind, something stirs: instinct,
ancestral memory, the wild! Her snout twitches.
Day 14:
Fifteen piglets land on hard
plastic slats.
Day 35: The piglets are scooped up,
plopped into crates and taken away.
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