Waiting

Trays of living animals
Waiting patiently
Looking through the cages
At what seems eternity
Listening to the humans
Crying on the street
So gluttons and other humans
Can buy their flesh to eat

The truck now is stationary
Waiting for its slot
At this East London
abattoir
Where they get a shot
Of what it’s like
To be slaughtered
Plucked and slaughtered
By
Machinery it’s ugly
But you know the reason why

So other humans
Can eat their legs
Their wings
And of course their breast
And the rest of them
Will be fed to the cats
It’s right I never jest