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a few blocks away from the neighborhood where i "grew up" (for lack of a better term) there used to be a meat packing plant.
It never struck me as odd until it was gone that i lived at such a weird intersection of the rural and the urban, growing up in a slightly "ghetto" neighborhood that was mostly surrounded by farmland.
The slaughterhouse is long gone and after sitting empty for years, the parcel of land where the feeding pens and fields and staging pastures used to be are now the site of a housing development (and i think it took this long because even though it had been years since there had been any cattle around, it seems that cowshit, like radioactive materials has its own peculiar version of a half-life)
the thought of houses where this abbatoir used to be makes me think of some comically perverse take on the movie "Poltergeist" but instead of duped cult members lingering between heaven and earth, the tormentors would be the ghosts of cows chewing up carpests, stampeding through flowerbeds and farting loudly and inappropriately at somber moments
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