How they stripped me like a chicken in a slaughterhouse.
My big eyes all watery and panicked, watching as they waded out.
Comfort in the wood and shed and the termites.
Frost-bite licking toes and bleary corneas goodnight.
Fleshy and exposed like a chicken in a slaughter house.
On that Animal Farm searching for a way out.
10 hour shifts and saucer eyes welling up,
The steady
CLUNK
CLUNK
CLUNK
3 more and it’s me.
Clammy on that table then wrapped in thin plastic.
$4.99 for all my legs and arms and hearts and toe nails.
CLUNK.
The blood seeps coagulated and chunky, unable to move down the drain.
Animal Farm chirps and howls to the night,
Begging for a way out.
There is no way out only through.
CLUNK.
Chopped liver on the greener grass of the outside.
Feed me pellets so when they dissect me,
My soot will spill out.
CLUNK.
Goodnight moon.