Machines, Carnivores( January 2015 )

Three fiscents dressed in white

stood behind the counter of their meat shop.

 

“These fucking egips

they keep eating and chewing

till you hack through their jaw”

 

The egips head – frozen,

was nibbling at a solid piece

of what resembled zhwigen meat.

 

He cut the head systematically

till all that was left

was the jaw,

chewing still.

 

He then hacked it in half

but the two pieces

now seemed to buzz, to hum.

 

He threw the pieces

into the display case without ceremony

heaping it along with the other meat.

 

The orange glow

of the night lamps

filled the scene.

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