Slaughterhouse

Pastel pastures bask in
the purity of their useful
ponds,
the hammer ringing in
the paleolithic barn.

The slaughterhouse is pink
with blood washed
with wicked water.

Awake and aware,
the animals appreciate
the land
more than we do.

the curvature of canceled
mountains ripple the fields
like an ocean.

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