hanging from a hook lifted higher above the ground
like leaves hanging from an over burden tree
laden with forbidden fruit
my brothers sisters and me
I wonder as I hang there
can this be real am i truly hanging here
I watch them as they move down the line
one by one they begin to remove organs
bladder and spleen
intestines long and lean
they gorge without care or thought
as they venture to remove a heart
waiting for my turn
my ass up in the air and my head towards the earth
lined up in a row hanging from a nail
my brothers my sisters and me
someday soon someone's meal we will be
my brothers and sisters and me.
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