Cowschwitz of California
In the mid 1980’s, I had a job driving 18 wheelers half way to Los Angeles from the San Francisco Bay Area and back. Five nights a week, twice each shift, I went past Harris Ranch in Coalinga, California. At the time, I was reading up on European history and watching documentaries on the WWII Holocaust. As I drove by Harris Ranch and smelled the stench of the seemingly endless stretch of confinement pens where huge numbers of cattle were held, the term “cowschwitz” immediately came to mind.
wrote this poem today about the state of our world once upon a time, the truth was almost known, it was sort of real, not by text or cellphone. right was right, wrong was wrong. then modern times… whatever moral compass there was, is now gone. now we are left with holograms, the “whatever i want to bes, i am” that tired old song. a one note bore. seems not too many people care anymore. but those of us who do, will stand up and shout. the truth is locked up and we will let it out
Karen Lyons Kalmenson