Absurd MeatA Poem by Rugz90Inspired by the following. Tracey MOFFATT Meat Packing 1978 2008I cut the meat, I move the meat, I cut the meat, I move the meat. I cut the meat, I move the meat. I package the meat, never to be seen again. Each slice moves me closer and closer to absurdity.
What is it that I am? I cut the meat. When I am here, I am no man, just a knife. A knife that cuts meat. Occasionally when I am not a knife, I package the meat.
This beautiful meat radiates red in all directions, overpowering the white space of this cutting board. I cut the meat.
This meat speaks passages of forgotten days, of lazy days spent in infinite green. I package the meat.
How could something so full of hue have to undergo such cruel fate? I cut the meat.
Is this all I am? Just a knife. I don't think, I don't feel, I package the meat.
How absurd my actions have become. Why do I cut the meat? Because I am a knife. Why do I package the meat? It is my job. How mundane and meaningless my life is, I cut the meat.
This all means nothing to me. I move my arms, I turn my head I cut and package the meat. Like a word too often repeated My actions have been reduced to nothingness. I package the meat.
When was it that I ceased to be a real person? How have I let myself become a knife; a utensil that performs meaningless action. Should life not be
enjoyed? How much meat performs such boring and repetitive motions for nonsense reasons? I cut the meat.
This process of death, Touches my mind. The oppressive odours reveal to me past lives, Lives must end so that I may cut, and package, this meat. © 2012 Rugz90Author's Note
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Added on November 28, 2012 Last Updated on November 28, 2012 Tags: Meat, Absurd, Existentialism, Mundane AuthorRugz90Perth, AustraliaAboutStudent of philosophy, who has absolutely no creative outlet. Trying desperately to find a way to immerse myself in the world of imagination, and to share my own world with others through creative wri.. more..Writing
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