Monday, March 28, 2016
Slaughter House
The animals are lined up
In the barricades
Funneling them
Into a single file
They can sense
The end
Coming nearer
They can smell
The metal
And blood
A grey fear
Building
They can hear their
Brothers, sisters and cousins
They inhale the red death
Of familiar strangers
The cars are lined up
In the drive-thru
Pushing hard
On the brake lights
In front of them
Eagerly awaiting
To purchase
Death
Packaged
As Happy Meals
For pennies on the dollar
Through a speaker
Transaction
With someone
Anonymous
Making minimum wage
While their greedy
Selfish
Obese
Stomachs growl
Not giving
One thought
To the animals
That waited
In line
Before them
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