August 2011

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The bull haulers

The death trucks roll
at night when it is dark,
bull haulers in the blackness,
no markings on the side,
just latticed steel and wind holes
and slaughter in the air,
so many trucks, so long the nights
upon this howling land,
the cattle call the wailing wall
of a thousand abattoirs
that crouch unseen
past the exit ramps
where no eyes turn to see.
The great trucks slow
like beasts themselves,
turning off in the urine light,
tail lights red as blood,
another load, another night,
the radio up loud,
hot coffee when it’s done,
and gone before the dawn.

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