Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Livestock, a poem by Jared Carter

Livestock
by Jared Carter


At journey’s end, forced to debark
          and follow ramps
That funnel them down through the dark,
          into a damp,

Benighted place, where sharpened knives
          await – they go,
In single file, their route devised
          so none can know

In minutes they will all be dead.
          They only mind
That what keeps prodding them ahead
          is from behind.

Bio: Jared Carter's most recent book is Darkened Rooms of Summer: New and Selected Poems (University of Nebraska Press). He lives in Indianapolis.


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