I pushed my carriage through a narrow isle
Of Packaged Animal carcasses
Glazed over with a layer of shiny plastic
And I’m watching a school of seemingly promiscuous  
Humans picking up Styrofoam bundles
Staring at them analytically
Pondering its taste and texture
I think; it would be completely barbaric
If it wasn’t for the bright artificial
Glare that beamed down on the meat
If it wasn’t for the big pictures of
Simmering meals with glasses of wine
And the little umbrellas
Pictures of perfect families
Having a picnic
In a park with  bright green grass
And plastic smiles
Uhm. Excuse me!
An old woman stands in front of me
Her carriage facing mine
I can tell she’s reading me
And with my eyes I tell her

*-No, I am not like you
But I am human