Ode to a butcherA Poem by fattycbreezy52Blood-red piece of meat cut open from the caged animals tearing apart their furs and dermal layers like the gates of a posh apartment, opened rapidly once the car of the lord makes it's way inside, Embellishes those crimson-stained counters. Suspending from those giant hooks, my eyes fear that the already dead meat is again condemned to another method of death called "hanging". Do you think there is an ounce of life still left in the sticky piece? A goat estimated to be about 6000 rupees has it's fearful meat sold today at a lesser price. Is chastity so cheaply available, my brother? The skin of the animals heaped upon one another in a corner fills the dungeon like room with a smell which reminds one that the judgement day is near. No amount of room freshners can stand before the suzeirainty of the murky slaughter houses. You are there-- it's lord,it's head. Yet, you seem like an equally robust executioner. The only difference is of the mask which you do not care to wear. You enjoy the blood bath when the skulls of the mooing cows and timid goats are severed and kept like the showpieces adorning the shelves of a fancy shop. You look like the wrath of God personified. Yet, when you hand over that meat after shredding it to countless, nanoscopic pieces and smile to your customers while handing over the dirty plastic bags full of flesh ecstatically- You show the other side of the Creator. © 2017 fattycbreezy52Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 27, 2017 Last Updated on February 27, 2017 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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