There comes a day
In the life of every slaughterhouse employee
Where she must decide whether hurting living things
Is something that she is still capable of.
She calls in sick a few times that month.
Eventually, she picks up the want-ads.
Years later, she will laugh over a meal with friends -- make light of it.
It's what she's known for.
But later, in the quiet of her attic apartment,
She will say out loud:
How very far I've come.
And all the while, the earth is spinning beneath her feet.