Food Kills Poem by Jan 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.