Monday, June 10, 2013

Fast Food













Some cow somewhere
Maybe Nebraska, maybe Oklahoma
Suffered savagely so I could be satisfied
A slice of him inside me
So neatly arranged on some rack he was
Valuable innards lined up like jewels,
Miscellaneous organs like eyes discarded
And I unconsciously join the culture of deadness
Dead as the cow, dead as the blade,
Dead as a link on a chain
Dead as the single-file consumers of deadness
Growing more plastic, convenient, and deader
Every day with every real meal deal that goes down