you can smell it soon as you enter the state
caught from space the pools look like wounds in the earth
cut precise and surgically pink
hundreds of millions live and die inside the factory
waste falls through the slats & slides into pits
stored in the open to be sprayed onto crops
which are fed to the pigs’ children
pink viscous circle
some humans mistake the spray for rain
some children open their mouths to catch faith on their tongues
the rain makes its way into homes even with the windows closed
makes its way into rivers and lakes
what happens inside the factory can never stay inside the factory
no matter what the farm believes it pays
no matter how thick the walls
we all eat shit
everything that happens on earth happens everywhere
comes up in us as fungus
we won’t taste until we’re dead