Where is the world, wordless & wise, for mine are tied right now, and I wish they would be fried, alive,
and eaten right there, flesh, bone, and tooth, bare skin to tear, that terrible bear, whose life is naught underneath my stare.
I see his eyes collect fluid, as if from the air, then realize it – barrier, to protect, itself, how it dares.
I will be heard, this creature’s soul is mine, as is its fur, to be used and mined, for profits turned to curd, the sweetest in my belly, savory splendid jelly, of life, given by necessity, taken by force.
Aggravation of the stress I breed, continuation of the mess I leave, my collection is of gold, and rust, turn it to dust, for no one else to see.
Ashes burned by fire, so that there is something right by the matter turned to lighter, form.
Break my wrists, clasp my hands, or remove them. I have no use to them, or them to me. My life is free, my hate is greed, and the only thing I have is that, yes I still see. Bring me in vision, and tear me down, I’ll show you love without bounds. Violence is care, as I care for myself, just not myself, because I can’t care.
Rip out his heart, carry his legs, transport that meat and the rest of these slaves. They have a purpose and there is price to be paid. Find me a use for this blood, and I’ll double your wage. And fear not, for this into infinity is lightness for a sage.
Carry on, keep walking, your heart is frozen, it’s better for storing. You can keep your wool sweater, the thread is waste, cover it up, cover it up, quick!