MEASURING
The hand which wears the bloodied glove can
no longer grasp its reach : there's an owl in the
barn where slaughtered animals are stretched.
Morrisey said 'Meat is Murder', and I agreed,
even way back then - not needing the beat
of a tympany to make me sure. Every spirit
holds its spirit and its real-life being together.
Life passes along, as we are waiting.
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Let's examine again this killing floor -
a chain-driven process that keeps itself
steady, where coin-driven men cut and chop
what they've stunned. Oh no, I can't watch.
Oh no, I can't watch.
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