Just a Day's Work (An abattoir worker's account) *Contains graphic details*

3:30am. The kill.
The slaughter begins.
The innocent sounds of oblivious animals.
Stunned.
A bolt to the head.
Slit.
A slit throat. A dying goat.
Bled till dry. Bred to die.
Snick!
The head comes off.
More blood. More death.
The thud of the head hitting the ground.
Nauseating.
The dead eyes watch you as it rolls down the gutter.
Knives constantly at work.
Constantly being sharpened.
Constantly skinning and gutting.
The heat. The stench. The blood.
Like a dumpster in the tropics.
The hide is ripped off.
The hooves are cut off.
The cavity disemboweled.
Carcase washed and ready
to be dismembered.

Then.

It's back to the start.
Stun.
Slaughter.
Skin.
Slash.
Snatch.
Soak.
Repeat.
It's all in a day's work.