Meat (dealing with it)
I stand under a crested emblem of several pigs' worth of legs/
I start up my saw and rend inadequate slice after inadequate slice, mangling
The legacy of a pig, that's to get mauled by machine and I
Little saw machinette/
I think of the dead creatures and their mixtures-
People run for my inadequate slices,
They slam down hundreds of pounds...
Saw machinette and me just maul away/
Maul off
I contemplate the saw and the flesh
I think my kin have a point about sadism
Or connection
Coppa flowershaped
Proper version of a neck and I'm slicing it/
The postwarwickshire institute of Final Contemporary Thought
Offers some hand in matters,
As in, it offers the space to contemplate
And condone
The finality of endings/
The experience of ending up on the board
Like my companion creatures are
All laid out in this way/
It's not enough just to imagine how things might be different,
And how, when I go, parts of me might end up offal,
Or prize cuttings,
finalcontemporarythought
For saw machinette. /////
(Serrano)