Basil, vinegar, wine, and lemon juice
Various items not recommended for use
Over papercuts, drowning the room
In scents, smells, stenches, odors, aromas.
That funny way that dinner has
Of revealing itself to the nose
Before the mouth, for all its curves and plumpness
And the paint slapped onto it
And traces of kisses around the edges.
I take one whiff
One thought comes to mind:
Chicken, in all its defeathered glory
Robbed of its life
Passes its gift onto us
Ignorant humans. We build slaughterhouses
We ignore the pain, the agony and the blood.
We treat other animals like things
Like a book
Or a crayon
Or a nail
Chicken. Oh, but it's mouth-watering, delicious!
Succulently cooked up, coated with kosher salt
Seasoned with lemon juice and spices
No regrets for the killing
Are we willing
To grant when we take the first bite.
There will be chicken cries tonight.