Food Kills - Poem by Oskar Hansen
This is a poetry exercise, write down what´s comes
into your mind....lobster. What the Hell?
A red crustacean on a bed of lettuce with lemon
and mayonnaise sauce sprinkled with parsley.
Can one taste agony?
Dipped alive in boiling water unheard screams,
a long tool to retrieve, white meat from claws.
Am I a surgeon now?
The lobster catcher is not guilty of anything he
just catches sells them, but cannot afford to
eat them.... He has a lobster pet at home, it is sort
of brown and lives in tank, calls it Charlie but he
says nothing, this trader of food for the rich.
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