CCTV
in a slaughterhouse setting
the last thrashing frenzy
now I am betting
only the sick minded
senseless would want
to sit there and gaze
through this vile killing
phase
in human desire
the awful conspire
CCTV I think
personally
publicity I think
would be
for vegans
for who in their right
mind could see
such activity
the panic
the screams
the scariest dreams
CCTV
it must now be
fitted for me
who sees it will see
the terrible moments
when murder does come
hearing a heart beat
just like a drum
the froth from the throat
and the butcher who kills
the life’s blood that’s spilt
was it something of note
when death with his sickle
came in a great flash
down on the poor soul
who shook and did thrash
at the end of its life
so pitifully short
eyes bulging
snot frothing
muscles stretched taut
this was its end
a soul in distress
its throat slit
for Christmas
no nothing less
hooked up on some chain
and dancing in pain
as its blood fell like rain
one hell of a mess
the butcher was covered
in hot sticky blood
which poured from that creature
in what looked like a flood
a vegan I be
and so happy I am
none of these dead souls
will I start to cram
the karma its bursting
the evil its there
the pain and the torture
you see from afar
and all of this darkness
and all of of this stress
is consumed by the carnivore
no doubt the mess
so many are in
minds in disarray
bodies so twisted
free fall decay
CCTV
lets fit it and see
Lets see it and be
sicker than most
slices of maggoty meat
on our toast
God help those ghouls
and God help those fools
when sanity calls
who liked it most
*Inspired by my wonderful friend Claudia Ferri
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.