We Are Silent Killers: "Lullaby Town" by Robert Crais
Lullaby Town, a dark drive down some
rockspotted track. We are silent. Killers.
With gloves from the farmer’s wife we trudge
to a cold outbuilding, strip-lit and grey.
Machines and men turn in the shed next door.
Protests and filthy jokes from the doomed birds.
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