slaughter complicit (20170504)

we rail against the butchers
complain about their blood-soaked
aprons and their knives
designed and dedicated to slicing
muscle from bone

we point our fingers as
they lead the food beasts
lowing and weeping through
dark alleys into the
sulfurous light
of the slaughterhouse

we rail
we point
we sit at our well-appointed tables
and fill our mouths with meat
gravy runs down our chins
gravy is just another word
for blood
we rail
we point
we complain as the butchers
press their thumbs upon the scales
and tip gold in their favor
we rail
we point
we pay extra for the fatty parts
and pray extra that we are not lead
lowing and weeping though
dark alleys into the
sulfurous light
of the slaughterhouse
we rail
we point
we sharpen the knives

14 thoughts on “slaughter complicit (20170504)

  1. Satire with a rhythm. Love it!

    Leather shoes and fur jackets
    we nonchalantly slip on –
    to look fashionable.
    Don’t we look nice!

    We rail.
    We point.
    We sharpen our knives.

  2. And we give no second (or first, for that matter) thought to talking into, and surfing, on pocket computers assembled by children paid pennies a day.

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