RIBS/ GIZZARDS/ CHUNKS OF FAT/ & SMALL BONES/
ribs/ gizzards/ chunks of fat/ & small bones/
this was wobbling in the pick-up truck in
traffic/ in front of me/ racecourse road/
this is what goes into lard/ gelatine, lactic
acid, collagen/ keratin, lanolin, oestrogen,
progesterone, elastin/ do you recognise them?/
the truck of life gone/ & wasted on the man
driving out of the ampol station/ on the woman
pushing the pram/ on the life in the pram to
be/ a consumer of all these things/ dusk trucks
heading towards the city/ abattoir animal choking
on fear/ at night/ asleep we cannot hear them/
ribs/ gizzards/ chunks of fat/ & small bones/
all eaten daily by my family/ my friends/ those
who feel uncomfortable around me/ who do not think/
their only sense the sense of taste/ a sense with
little sensitivity/ the common sense mentality/
the food addicts of this century/ the food pusher's
truck on racecourse road/ wobbling/ the open air
load/ it really stinks/ a lump of fat slaps onto
my bonnet/ some people/ asleep when it happened/
look on/ they are fascinated/ bloody ribs in a
frozen wind/ melbourne wind/ they would only have
been young animals by the size of them/ bless
them/ now bless each life taken for nothing/ one
day there will be an end to suffering/ the man
in the car & the woman/ the animal living that
might have been/ perhaps the child will be vegan/
but for now just ribs/ gizzards/ chunks of fat
& small bones/ i would kiss the parents/ the
truck driver/ for i love the killers just the
same/ my family/ friends/ my own species i would
kiss/ but their mouths are full of blood & cream |
