Haiku 004

Blood flows a river
Behind the slaughterhouse walls
Sharp knives, stony lies


Most everyone has a polite, euphemistic idea of what happens inside a slaughterhouse. Someone summed it up nicely, animals go in alive and whole and come out chopped up in little pieces, and somehow, somewhere in between, people believe something humane happened.

Euphemistic, as in self-delusion.

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