About the poet
Les Murray (b. 1938) grew up the only son of poor farmers in a remote valley in New South Wales...
The Climax of Factory Farming
Farm gates were sealed with tape;
people couldn't stop shaking their heads.
Out on the fells and low fields
in twilight, it was the Satanic mills
come again: the farm beasts of Britain
being burnt inside walls of their feed.
from New Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2003), copyright © Les Murray 2003, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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