Gratifying the Abattoir
Sydney Holley
I tore beauties out of the ground
freshly planted for a home
brimming with men who
looked to prey upon us frail and
delicate cattle, among the other
masses crowding up the
unkempt butcher house.
Little baby herbivores immodestly
yearning for supplements in the stems
that soaked up forty-three percent alcohol
but only needed roughly twelve
By chance we breathed in the air
and found the oxygen to be smog,
ridden with monoxides and
we were anesthetized
So we didn’t have to endure the agony
of coercion or a .22 caliber
Dissolve with me-
milligrams killing time
contaminating the water flow
Flowers sticky like molasses-
Potent and viscous on the fingertips
Indulging the livestock with grass and grain
Dissolve with me and care for me
tenderly after the slaughter