aron blesch - Abattoir

I

Chirping beaks in soft blue light,
conveyor belts moving en masse.

II

Sudden electric shocks occurring
as rotating razors slit throats.

III

Lifeless to the hooks they're going.
Blood's pouring down metal drains.

IV

Robot claws tear white feathers;
organs are ripped out.

V

Kill floor meatmen deposit carcasses
in plastic packages.

aron blesch

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