They are still looking around—eyes following motion, heads tilting toward sound—curious about a world they are already being removed from. Those deemed unfit for market will be thrown away alive, discarded in daily clear-outs, left to suffocate beneath others like them, not as cruelty, but as routine.

Live Shackling

Shackled upside down, one bird’s eye has already emptied—no longer expecting anything.
Another is wide, searching for meaning.
On the ground, the unshackled watch in silence, heads tilted upward, studying the suspended bodies as if the answer to their own fate might still be known.