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Sunset At The Slaughterhouse
It is sunset and at the slaughterhouse
the screams have stopped. Their echoes
can be heard only by the psychic.
Most of the blood and terror-dumped
animal feces have been mopped up. Some remains
in the cracks and crevices.
Now the e coli ridden cadavers of the murdered mammals
are being subdivided elsewhere... and shipped
in unstable temperatures in trains and trucks
to warehouses, grocery stores, and restaurants.
Diners eat the decaying flesh whose fat clogs
the arteries, whose hormones cause cancer,
whose adrenaline invisibly creates anger in
the consumers, whose uric acid makes their bodies rigid,
while the homocysteine becomes Alzheimer's amyloid
plaque in the brain.
God all beings indwells
waiting to empower dietary change
with divine will.
