STAR POEM
The Food of Love
the advert saidAnd so I took my girlfriend forAt the abattoirTheyâd gone the extra mile for usCarcases swung like garlands from conveyor beltsHalf-butchered corpses lined the wallsBones, organs and body parts were arrayed likesweet-meatsAnd the air was pungent with the smell of bloodand gutsWe walked round with our plates, grabbing at a kidney here,A liver there,Tearing legs and snipping hoovesGouging eyes and testicles and brainsThen sat down at the stainless steel tableWith our scalpels and our forksIndustrial bug-zappers bathed us in blue lightAnd background music drifted from a CD playerShrieks and screams of frightened animalsWeaving plangent harmoniesAbove the base beat of the stun gunSoon blood was dripping from our lipsAs we crammed our mouths full of The Food of Love
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