X marks the spot,
A man in overalls and rubber gloves tells me
Go stand there, son
And pick the bones & beaks
Out of the
Chicken press
The whole factory reeked of ammonia
I went home reeking of ammonia.
Chicken conveyor-belts
With upside-down chickens on hooks
Riding slowly over one master neck-splitting saw
Heads in baskets
For when the master saw cuts too deep
I watched them come
& go...
The factory was filled with silent mechanical drumming
Eventually,
I went home
Silent & mechanical.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 6:55 AM UTC
X marks the spot,
A man in overalls and rubber gloves tells me
Go stand there, son
And pick the bones & beaks
Out of the
Chicken press
The whole factory reeked of ammonia
I went home reeking of ammonia.
Chicken conveyor-belts
With upside-down chickens on hooks
Riding slowly over one master neck-splitting saw
Heads in baskets
For when the master saw cuts too deep
I watched them come
& go...
The factory was filled with silent mechanical drumming
Eventually,
I went home
Silent & mechanical.
Observations on human moral plasticity. GMOs meet a poet.
