At the Supermarket
You don’t see peanuts plucked
out of the ground; leaves hanging
clustered flowers twisting
into pineapples
peeling tree barks scraped
for cinnamon
In the Supermarket
looking at that chicken breast
suffocated in plastic
You don’t see the fatigued factories
caged fowls
drowning in their own filth
Walking down Supermarket aisles
You don’t see the stale
cornfields
uniform piss-yellow
pulverized into
high-fructose syrup
hidden in the fine print
Shopping at the Supermarket
You don’t see the blood
of corporations
deflowering nations
to cement republics of
malnourished brown bodies
growing bananas at gunpoint
As I look on
the protests at the Supermarket
vegans preaching
organic farms, plant-based meats
I don’t see the CEOs
profiting from green packaging
I don’t see the McDonald’s
planted across every continent
All I see is the plastic
that covers their eyes
the only farms they see
are on the TV screen
I’ve seen chickens butchered
their necks sliced
thrashing about in the bin
I’ve picked out fish
swimming in tanks
brought out to the table
over a fire and bathing
in a pool of soy sauce
I see your disgust
as you toss out
chicken feet
goat intestines
pig trotters
fish heads
You refuse to confront
the nature
the life and death
of the food packaged
for your conscience
tell me again how your diet
is going to save the world
when you can’t even tell me
where your food came from.
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