Meat

1. I am aware this meat is spoiling…

I am aware this meat is spoiling

Inside my burlap sack,

Wriggling in its shell, my meat,

Longing to be dried and sliced.

I am aware of this system

And the meat it produces,

Large quantities shipped

To other countries

Where it wriggles and slays

Other terrorized meat.

I am aware that alone in my room

I am nothing but nose, eyes, and teeth;

Not a social being nor construct

But a bloody heap of spoiled

Rotten meat, exclusively purchased

At A plus stores.

How to make words with this

Mouth, this clatter

Of tongue along fleshy flaps

And folds?

I simply choke them out,

Strangle ideas and let smiling out

The red oxygen of life

From my throat.

The image of supernal beauty

Will one day come to meat

When alone and daydreaming

In a block of wet cement,

And the act of transmutation is complete.

2. carnivorous warmth

Meat spoiled in the street,

Maggot covered, worm riddled,

Feasting on the sun’s carnivorous warmth.

Searching, meat spoiled and searching,

For a dinner plate

And serrated blade,

They willingly offer their bodies

As sacrifices for our right

To the night sky and gum covered,

Cigarette hugging, sidewalk.

There on the bus bench

A filthy meat sack cradles

His temples in muddy hands

And cries out;

There a meat, slick and young,

Consumes the remnants of

Yogurt from a plastic cup,

Surrounded by creeping weeds

And stone buildings;

Another meat, with young meat,

At the entrance to a freeway

Consuming the flesh

Of a small bird;

Young meat rips out the heart

And swallows it righteously,

While the other sweaty meat

Spoiled and slobbering,

Chuckle and cast ivory into the streets.

3. History and its architecture…

History and its architecture

Can be said to be

Pieces, no, sections,

Of bloody rotten meat.

Divided by the divine surgeon,

These sections harbor

The cellular domains

Of microbes and bacteria

Bombing and taxing each other.

Take refuge here,

Forget about the realities

In other sections,

Forget about meat in love,

Sleeping and dreaming meat,

Forget.

This is the only plane that matters

Wherein the sun reflects

Our barbaric disputes

With blade and lead.

I dispatch my arguments,

Flesh stuck between my teeth

And rotting bloody gums,

I dispatch my venom.

Divine surgeon, have you

Forgotten us?

Stitch the corpse back together.

Why do you insist

On letting us float through dust?

We want to be united

With other limbs,

Supply the joints and

Replace the sockets,

We were never meant

To be just rotten meat.

We’ve forgotten our history,

Our myths and heroes,

We’ve replaced meat with

Less satisfying meat, and we

Are starving for more.

My apron is filthy,

Drenched in the guts of glory,

And still the battle

Rages on in one direction,

Towards oblivion.

History, the desecrated vampire,

Feeds on the blood

Of our violent frenzy,

That is our lives, our fears,

And our memories;

It is the worm burrowing

Towards our core

Where the divine surgeon has stored

His last golden pearl.

Anterior
Anterior

Our faces smashed on a coin of silver…

Siguiente
Siguiente

My teacher has always been blind…