Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

The Oinkless

Let’s see if I can finish this notion written in the truck …

Metal conformity
hones of brittle blade.
Grind on a Whet stone, tool,
implemented by butchers’ carving up the slaughter,
bullet brain heads severed, bodies relent blood. Separated hog
produces the desired cuts, packaged in neat paper taped shut.
Seal that fresh meat in your freezers moms, serve
to your hungry, craven children told
vegetables are better,

yet, harder to raise, process, package,
if not salted away, thawed in your careless microwave —
imploded and exploded protein with green-spear-shrapnel,
mother wipes all clean with rubber gloves and bleach.

Now, Go outside and play.
It’s a nice day,
after we’ve devoured thankless sacrifice,
the oinkless.

5.1.24 impetus
5.10.24, mostly structure, adding almost all of final two verses to include conclusion-producing title.

Tap-tap, tap-tap went the finger-poked tablet.
Reminder: trim nails.