Stacey Stockton

Los Banos, California

A cow stands, across

the street from Walmart,

waiting for death.

She lets her gas go.

Taste that slaughter house

employees sucking down

Frappuccinos at Starbucks.

The Christmas wreath

strewn about the head

of her plastic double

transfixed on the metal roof

just pisses her off.

She knows everything

will die in the dry dust

of the central valley.

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