I was born on a cattle station in far North Queensland. It was a dry spring but water soon became plentiful and the pastures were soon sprouting.
The months flew by and I grew. When I was big enough, myself and many of my brothers and sisters travelled some distance, before we arrived at another station. Here we jostled for space with many more of my kind, there was no grass though, just grain. This place smelled different, it made us uneasy.
The day came when we walked single file into the building not to come out the other side. Though I sensed what was about to happen, the end came quickly.
I watched myself, upside down with the men clawing at my throat and belly. My innards gushed onto the concrete floor and next to me, my brothers and sisters, hung lifeless.
Moved by conveyor my body was quickly dissected by an army of bloodied workers.
My parts were quickly broken down, smaller and smaller.
Into the machine I went, shredded and mulched. Bits of others joined me. And still more pieces of others, into a mass of minced redness.
Another machine stamped out shapes of me and my kin, which were then wrapped and blast frozen, boxed and refrigerated.
The next day a large truck collected us and we travelled some distance before finally arriving.
Pieces of me soon found their way onto a hot grill then removed and placed with other food, wrapped and sold to the two people.
Who walked to a park, sat on a bench in the sun and consumed me and the fragments of others.