Slaughterhouse Night Shift

by Cat Jones

Secrets bleeding into the night
Delicate legs
Nervously clatter against cold metal
Next in line.

Luminous eyes wide
Thoughts arrested
Plans for tomorrow frozen.

The smell of rain
Wet earth
Mother’s skin
And death.

Dismembered flesh
Cooling in the night
Lives unfulfilled
Desperate cries unheard and

Separating lives from flesh
And flesh from bone.
Hiding so much suffering
In so much celophane.

Hands washed.
Sun up.
Nothing nothing nothing


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