Tonight while ranting and stewing

Tonight while ranting and stewing
About my Latest Ambitions,
I opened and heated a can of stew.
From one of these big name food chains.

I had forgotten that I still had
Half a Subway sandwich,
With fresh vegetables still inside.

I ate the sandwich
Then, I guess to finish a well-sated appetite,
Tasted the stew,
Kind of repulsive,
As I ate into a piece of flesh.

Then I heard something remind me
That this piece of flesh was that of one creature,
And poor stew or no,
Even if lost in the dehumanizing maze of
Identical food consumption unit, tinned,
Even if split up among that matrix,
It had once been a living thing
Sacrificed to feed us.

So I ate it.

And I wrote this.

--- 6 June 2013