meat

My body has been grinded down into chunks of meat by the minds of men

Separated and distributed to those with preferences

Of breast or leg , flank or rib, all ultimately the same

They honor a single quality with gluttonous lust

whilst wasting the rest

Scraping peripheral qualities of me off the the edges of their plate

To focus on the main course they reserved

I do not fight their salivating gaze of hunger

Because once I am meat to them I am already dead

I have no other purpose than to be served 

Waiting to fulfill a longing and be fully tasted

Accepting that I am ultimately bound by man to be wasted.