sleeping in
in deep orwellian dream people black and white bellowing stampeding
herded into pastures and corrals
while tractors and combines yellow and green
with whips
mock and slash close the gate on them
give injections brand
sort
cull and ship
feed
fatten
slaughter
~
bury my nose beneath the sheets
afraid
to peek out
~
i've come undone
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2018-06-19 at 15:16
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