I Know Why We Cook Our Meat

I was told once

      that when we cooked our meat

           we evoked flowing caramel

      as well as purified the offering of parasites

 

Alas

I know why we really cook our meat

            it's the slippery slimy surface

                    hidden under hide

            which harkens the killing time

We burn out sympathy

                     taxonomy oozes out in melting fat

      Once a fresh sheen of of steaming skinned

            pink and blue

We want to transfigure our shame and empathy

                           char out guilt             de-face.

                          to make flesh into meat

to create distance from the intimacy of the knife             and the taking

 

If you ever make an animal out of me, my cannibal brothers and sisters

                          do not be wasteful

           and honour me raw.

                  

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

wow this is deep writing. At one point I thought you graced my friends list. But I see you don't. Perhaps it my memory is flawed, or perhaps I just keep you in my memory...you have made a strong impression.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Quite a brilliant, complex write! I have no idea what the reviewer below is talking about in regards to Capitalism, though. Distancing ourselves from what meat truly is is an excellent, creative explanation. That one stuck out to me. You never know meat until you've eaten it raw, but I've never eaten red meat raw...that has nothing to do with anything. Anyways, I love this.

[Gandré]

explain me this one. I thought, it's about us what we allow the others to make of us? Everybody can decide how far he/she is supporting capitalism. Perhaps we shall move back to the Stone Age; a nice idea.. and save the earth..