Swallow

A Poem by Corset

Hormones

when there is no feed

feed them blood

blood,

blood snatched from your lips

because there is "just" not enough

horror

in our day.

Chinese food is sick

deliciously robust with disease

radiation swims

babies born like squid

appetites of madmen

maybe he flies it in

from whence does your tuna come?

Bovines fret hormones into cheese,

more than worried about my needs.

Note to self: Eat less sesame Chicken

and buy your lips some water

become a pocket poet

does it concern you what they do?

Metal ticks in my ear

on the left

some call it war,

some call it love,

some call it genocide

are we what we eat?

Go ahead and swallow.

There is an ill wind

coming,

drink it in.

© 2021 Corset

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h d e rushin

my sister was just saying that there is a good reason why we don't see any stray cats in the neighborhood anymore? lol/ and right after I finished off my "Moo Goo Gai Pan" chicken mushroom stir fry. And didn't that Aitkens diet guy die young, and didn't Tony Little's hair come out in clumps/ . So I started that "new years liver cleanse" of apple cider vinegar-honey-lemon' concoction that I struggled to swallow all of the first week of January until I said, f**k it. This belly I will just pray away like I do all the things I can't concur with my own improvised human depravity. Good question about tuna. This large sweet flesh fish from the tribe Thunnini is found in all the oceans of the world and has fed generations for centuries. But you mean perhaps that little round can of something that sits on the back of our pantry until the eat-by-date expires but you eat it anyway and it passes the eat test. No one was sickened. No one person witnesses the process of their slaughter, and no human died in this process. As for this poem:

what an interesting progression from caution to calamity / nice.....dana