You

You are unmarked
Refrigerated train cars.
You are the flipped light switch
With null return
And within the once dimly lit
Implement
You are broken filament.
You are the tide that
Tempts the shore with slow
Caress to leave it undressed
At the behest of siren Luna.
You are horror of slaughterhouse
Cattle chute, hammer,
The gore that comes after.
Joke veiled cruelty,
Disaster and aftermath,
An empty funeral pyre
Laughing in flames.

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