The train full of slaughterhouse cars <br /> rolls through states... the sheep are huddled <br /> together sometimes bleating.. sometimes <br /> silent. The cows and pigs press their noses <br /> against the metal. In the winter they <br /> freeze in mountain passes and treeless plains <br /> <br />as winds rip through. In the summer <br /> they roast. Trains and more often trucks are often <br /> involved in crashes in which the animals are crushed.<br /><br />Saiom Shriver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slaughtet-train/
