In denial, you can eat
meat, skin, parts, materials of
an individual.
Run rampant with
cognitive dissonance.
You yell – ‘Do not upset me.
Disturb
my festive treats of
gluttony
and waste.’
You screech – ‘Never implore me
to do your ways.
You judgemental
moralistic
purist.’
You will not look.
You deny me.
You will not acknowledge
animal tears in eyes.
Heart-thrum of fear.
Sweat of flank.
Wail and screech of pain.
You will not...
Will-not wake up.
I was you.
Of humane slaughter ideology.
Of convenient delirium.
Of happy horror show.
I awoke.
Visceral, raw,
an end of denial,
of incongruent reality.
I wait
for you
to simply look.
Do not deny me.
Do not deny – them.
Art by J.H. Dickinson
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