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Slaughterhouse

February 25, 2015
By Aubrey Sergeant BRONZE, Port Aransas, Texas
Aubrey Sergeant BRONZE, Port Aransas, Texas
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Prod me            from one room        to the next.
Fatten me          with one subject      to the next.
Cultivate me      from one day          to the next.
 

to the next        to the next              to the next

 

That is what we are
In the slaughterhouse of society.
The next.

 

For now

 

In the moment

 

We are the next.

 

Then we are the it.

 

Then we are the last.
 



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on Feb. 26 2015 at 11:05 pm
Temma1026 BRONZE, New York, New York
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Wow. This poem is intense, profound, and striking. The structure, line breaks, spaces between words, and repetition all combine to form a beautiful end product. This is truly fantastic.