Jewel & Sapphire™

It's another day i don't like. Tho i finished touching up my blog. I felt lost in some sense. Sat at the sofa for an hour thinking too much. What is in my mind? A lot of things. Was thinking bout friends and family. Myself and other minor things. I intend to go out today but ...

Wonder why is it happening again when it shouldn't be. Tired today. Now. Just flipped over some poems.

The Early Purges

I was six when I first saw kittens drown.
Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits',
Into a bucket; a frail metal sound,

Soft paws scraping like mad. But their tiny din
Was soon soused. They were slung on the snout
Of the pump and the water pumped in.

'Sure, isn't it better for them now?' Dan said.
Like wet gloves they bobbed and shone till he sluiced
Them out on the dunghill, glossy and dead.

Suddenly frightened, for days I sadly hung
Round the yard, watching the three sogged remains
Turn mealy and crisp as old summer dung

Until I forgot them. But the fear came back
When Dan trapped big rats, snared rabbits, shot crows
Or, with a sickening tug, pulled old hens' necks.

Still, living displaces false sentiments
And now, when shrill pups are prodded to drown
I just shrug, 'Bloody pups'. It makes sense:

'Prevention of cruelty' talk cuts ice in town
Where they consider death unnatural
But on well-run farms pests have to be kept down.

written by Seamus Heaney.


Studied this before when i was in lower six. Maybe it applies to somethings that what i want to say or feel? It's just about the transition from childhood to adulthood. Something a child don't understand and when he grews up. He finally knows why certain things need to be done. In some sense, it's just like there is a reason for someone to do somethings. Other people may not understand, only the person who do it will know. To reach understanding is to be in the person shoes. Growing up in a farm life. I was kinda glad that i need not to kill animals. . .