As We Graze on Uncertainty

That the farmer has a good heart
and a good family to feed
is of absolutely no
consequence to the cow, given
the machinations of the farm—
the open slaughterhouse door,
the blade pressing on the jugular,
the eventual spill of potential.

And so it would seem that
reality demands this:
the misleading labels, the red
eye forced open as insurance,
the dramatic protests that happen
at the entrances and exits,
every vulnerable heart pitted
against every vulnerable heart.

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