When we pass a truck
on 80.. going 80
bound for slaughter
with winter wind 10 degrees
through the slats whipping
and into the animals' eyes
ripping
.. the animals' noses pressed
to the bars
beneath their tagged ears
.. above their branded
flanks
and above their castrated
loins
everything else to
insignificance pales
.. as in many places
anesthetized workers
do unanesthetized animals
on hooks impale
Their sad eyes
hold all the world's
suffering
The lightning rips
away the veil
and we know what
we must do.
TRAIN SOUND
The train is felt along
the tracks long before
its light is seen or its
whistle heard.
The master sends his vibration
and light often before his
word.