.          Their fees differ, but the
              prey is always same.
           Humanely wrapped for
               identity parades on
             supermarket shelves.

             No eyes no limbs but
                 fish have fingers.
              Sanitized savagery.
          See none slain, nor hear
         pain, yet taste their stain.




Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet




I have just been to a supermarket
To buy bleach, en route I passed
By the meat counter I’m so *******
Angry, cannot understand carnivores.