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The State of Knowing

Chop me up, I don't have the energy I'm already as depleted from form as mince No recognisable cuts of meat from me Draw on my skin To map what I should be on a butchers block I'll daydream about those could have beens Fast becoming pig food, indistinguishable from offal You're right, the brain is evidently present Guts, in tact and driving the meat truck As nobody needs the feet, I'm using them Turning up at all the expected places Maybe the map on my skin is enough Everyone is satisfied There's no time to hang on a hook Frozen and no longer waiting You tell me what the reality is Stuck outside the freezer, staying fresh With the mindset that I've seen the abattoir I'll go eat some greens Pretend I'm doing it for my health

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Paul Willason

Date: 9/10/2024 3:34:00 AM

Confronting imagery...sliced to perfection and revealing whats underneath. A fascinating read DD...where does this unique stuff come from ?. I stand in awe of yr imaginative flights.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/10/2024 4:45:00 AM

No clue Paul, I hadn't planned to write it and just started writing and that's what appeared 5 minutes later. My mind extrapolates in every direction as word choices happen and held in emotion hunts out a word to try and make itself clear for fear I'm forever misunderstood and unheard. I'll write something like this then engage in small talk about 80s fashion or some other light topic with no one the wiser - although I definitely feel the poems at the time of writing. Thanks for stopping by, appreciated

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 9/9/2024 5:09:00 PM

Meals, food and life are intertwined . We are either aware, or not. Thanks for this.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/10/2024 4:39:00 AM

It all swirls in the ether - thanks for your comment

Triny Xiang

Date: 9/9/2024 2:32:00 PM

Is it wrong of me not to cross into the state of knowing as you have done with your poetic cleaver? Yes, we are flesh in the abattoir and the ones with the knife. It makes me want to eat some greens though we are cattle to capitalism. Here's hoping the world follows your lead to greener pastures.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/9/2024 2:39:00 PM

It wasn't a pleasant dalliance so I advocate entirely rose tinted glasses. I've popped mine back on now for hopefully more than an hour or two. Let's eat well and practice mindfulness as we all walk on into the next room unstressed. Nice to see you back

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 9/9/2024 2:20:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your creative write. It will make one think. My aunt/uncle had a small farm. One summer as a kid, I had made friends with the 1 cow. The next summer she was gone. My aunt said, in the freezer. How could you??? No meat for me... Have a blessed day writing away..............

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/9/2024 2:35:00 PM

I was affected by seeing the chickens with their heads on hung by their feet in the butchers window when I was 3 then asking is chicken made of chicken? How awful! Who'd have guessed. Thanks for your comment x

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 9/9/2024 6:44:00 AM

Dear DD, Yes, the state of actually knowing and how powerful your poem is. We do need to maintain our sense of self and agency in the face of societal pressures to conform and be "useful." There is a huge struggle between meeting external expectations and preserving one's inner identity. By the way, I know you are vegetarian, and I am a vegan. So Well Inked! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/9/2024 8:02:00 AM

Thank you Daniel - I'm frequently perfectly happy with plant based options. Things can all come at once at times. I appreciate your response to my poem. Many thanks

David Kavanagh

Date: 9/9/2024 1:15:00 AM

The state of knowing sometimes hits us like a butcher’s meat cleaver Dilly, a brutally honest piece here with visceral imagery and irony, it comes across as a dysmorphic look at the self, but more possibly a distaste of the carnivore inside us, a powerful piece as the name suggests, cheers David

David Kavanagh
Date: 9/9/2024 2:35:00 AM

I’ve been on the other side of that (counter) in the past Dilly, it ain’t pretty, and a lot of gallows humour takes place, but I agree some of my colleagues were indeed the nicest people you could meet, was also a few particularly nasty ones too, hope that muesli does the trick!

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/9/2024 1:27:00 AM

Thanks David, a strange thing for me to come out with considering I've been vegetarian for about 25 years. I always found the butchers fascinating as a child. Bizarrely the butcher was sometimes the nicest of the shopkeepers. Think I just needed to stare in the eye how I'm feeling and size it up a bit. I've now eaten some muesli and I'll see how I get on.