Some get along
better than others
pressed into feedlots,
onto the highways
and into trucks—
they seem to adjust
to more in less space,
drawn closer
into tighter communities:
hot breath and smells
of food and waste.
Some know no better,
always raised on hay
and grain, and wait
in lines to be fed.
And some get along
better than others
left mostly alone
with the real work—
feeding themselves.
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