Dead Cat - the work of Matthew Gaffen


I Ate a Big Mac and Wrote a Poem

I chew through soft bread
And warm cooked meat,
Reminded of the steaming
Freshly killed carcass my ancestors would eat.
Whilst pre-digested cow circles my mouth,
I think on blood dripping from primal teeth.
Wet crimson snow and the thrill of the hunt.

I rip out another chunk of simulated carcass.
We didn't evolve from animals.
We are animals.

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