Jake's Flea Market

mountains and foothills
landscapes are
too large to be butchered
behind closed doors

too large to be cut
open in a bathtub

too large to be bled
out in a sink

fences and gates and no
trespassing signs are erected
‘til the sacrifices are surrounded

mountains stand
behind barbed wire

and rolling hills lay
down in vast pastures

soil eats
vegetation it chews and digests
chews and digests

an industrial saw roars into sound

a mud caked
and hard rock hide is sliced open

the slaughter begins