“Steaks in passageways”

My stomach is bankrupt
for days now and the streets
smell of subtle hiding meat.
I smell no melons, no hair bleach
or perfume a man wears from his girl,
but I am a detective of meat.
I am no hyena, am instead depressed
that not only I was enervated
of my deeper lung-filling breath
but also the animals who hurt
and hurt no one but their young.
No child enjoyed that roast nor slab
of pig and squealing there miles
from its homeland, like Jews overboard
squealing Hebrew in the water,
it fathomed its mother’s tit too.
Kill every cell hoarding the earth,
kill plenty, kill men boys women girls,
though appreciate, like a gift
not stolen from friends dead now treasured,
do appreciate that no one else
endures this haunting flying smell,
this odor of hogs eating hogs.

–To Eliot, from Jay


~ by Jeremy on January 19, 2011.

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