Sandwich
Sandwich
Chop up the onion
Slice up the bread
Bring out the salmon
Bright pinkly dead
Wafer the cumber
Juicy and green
Ensure the blade is
Sharpened and keen
Scrape on the butter
Mayonnaise and dill
Cap with brown wholegrain
Fresh from the mill
Wrap it in poly
Heat treat the seal
Slap on a label for
Market appeal
What does the salmon
So freshly dead
Think of the mayo
Thick on the bread ?
And what of the cumber
Bedded in butter
What would he say
But he could utter ?
And of the dill
Ripped from the ground
Silently screaming
Without a sound
And of the grains
Crushed for the bread
Do they feel pain ?
Do they feel dead ?
Eat up your sandwich
Think as you chew
Savour the contents
Cadavers too
Copyright © Archie Wilson | Year Posted 2019
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