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Raw
Without a chef's tantalizing presentation
Not barbecued on the grill in the backyard
Cold and lifeless
The slab of beef still bleeding
Uncooked
I can still smell her death
The slaughterhouses stench
Fear in her eyes before the spike
I must not look at the reality
Doctor it up
Hide her in the flames
Sear this steak to a tasty pink
Never look to closely
I hide
Turn my head from the moo's
Raw
Never
Well done
Escape from the reality of this flesh
Eat hoping to gain the energy
The life and power
From death
Raw
Driving down the back roads
Along the farmlands
Cattle grazing huddled together
Brown eyes looking at me
Cook them to death
Bloodless
No connection to the hoof
Focus on the stimulating conversation
Don't look; don't think
Just eat and enjoy
Never raw
11Aug09
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