The Slaughterhouse

Push its face onto the chopping board

Chop, chop, hack, hack.

Pump the sharp thing in and out and up and down

Flesh and meat and fat and skin hung, frozen and sold

Wrapped in cellophane or paper bag or burlap sacks

Food for the physical individual, food for the town

All the same, cow and beef, chicken and poultry, pig and pork

All different, clean or dirty according to custom

All too familiar

The slaughter of innocence.

 

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez
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