A row of the damned walking in single file.
Feet can not take them as far as they crave.
A funeral pyre ready to behold the fragility of life.
Brutes and beasts lacking class and disposition.
Muddy with sores and raw debilitated skin,
The animals groan anticipating death,
A freedom from suffering and betrayal.
I wanted to write a snippet of a dead animal poem so i tried to depict the line for slaughter.
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