Raised To Be Food

Just imagine how your brain would be
Knowing you are just raised to be food,
Imagine how your heart would beat
Already dead with spirit defeat.

What kind of an environment
What kind of energy
Emerges and converges
With the life style
Of born to be food.

Fleshy, flesh
Quivers with adrenaline
Filling the glands
Any moment now
Any moment anytime
The kidneys are on overdrive

Born to be food
No room for understanding
An object of the ultimate possessiveness
Drowning in the tick tock in the inner ear
Knowing and dummying down
To visceral numbness

The day has already
Come and gone
Each day the same
Tightening of the muscles
Hoping it is not true
But there remains
Just too much evidence.