TRAGIC Poem: An Animal Flayed, by Lili Boe

He butchered my skin,
Tore flesh from bone,
Carved ‘round fat,
Pound by pound.

He sliced into muscle
And plucked out veins.
Dug into my marrow,
Marked a price on my remains.

A heap of discarded meat,
A rib rack hung to freeze.
He took what he wanted,
He cut away at me.

He flaunted my hide
And sold the leanest cuts.
He never thought to feel guilt,
I was just an animal with bad luck.

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