on Friday, a tour of the abattoir,
one with meat hooks so shiny that people's pupils were captured,
and the brownness of the blood river
made the orphans weep.

such a miserable place
your shoes got taken
and your socks soaked up the meat juices,
I got sent home with my eyeballs in a plastic bag.

we all got a complimentary abattoir coffee,
and you were the only one
who didn't drink it.

"there are dust particles in here," you said
"I think there are pieces of gristle, or rib cages"
but no one was listening
their ears were just diamonds
sparkling in meat hooks
the abattoir tour.