A Fine Carriage This Will Make...

Sized up, weighed, and purchased. Handled with care and taken away. Heavy and delicate, quite the combination, Very prone to self-destruction. Gingerly set in place, elevated. Rotated to find its face in the light, Then stabbed violently. The sawing motion, the sound, the smell, All very unpleasant, but the worst is yet to come. The blade comes full circle now And the top has been removed. Exposing the internals, filling the air With it’s repugnant odor. Then the scooping begins. The squishing, the pulling It’s ceaseless in its cruelty The viscera exposed to the world Only to be used for the pleasure of others. Hollowed.