SDC10608

SDC10608
Originally uploaded by faultyplans

A flashing series of lights here say go.
Blue, yellow, red, green then go.
Three seconds you count,
six if you want to show mercy.

Feed the fish through the machine,
a blade rises, splitting one whole into three parts.
One part spine, two parts meat.
Icy sockeye salmon minutes before were in big bins,
totes holding thousand or two pounds of fishy a commodity.
Slimy sockeye salmon minutes before were swimming,
befuddled in a pool of filth and blood.

This place is genocide.
Extermination in action,
capitalism at its best.
And I sit and become a drone of the system,
a grunt of the establishment.
A system i try now not to support.

Maybe later the same bureaucracy will create genocide on me,
sell my fleshy and meaty sides to a hungry group of piggies.
Around the world, they will partake in the pleasurable experience.
As salmon is filleted and sculpted into delicacy,
Grim a-la-mode will be served.
Caucasian with rice and a touch of lemon with butter.

A light will blink,
blue, yellow, red, then green and go.
A driver will feed an icy me into a machine,
a mechanism to debone me and remove my innards.
A single slice with split one whole into three;
one part spine, two parts fleshy homo sapien.
Latin for "wise man."