The Chef

what lays upon the kitchen bench
is perfectly normal to us
utensils
oils
seasoning
a decorative fruit display

a metallic pan
warming
frying chunks of flesh
hacked from the body
cut from a carcass
or a corpse
disguised and devoured

the slaughterhouse supervisor
interviewed and unaware
of the secret filming
denied anything untoward

though the reporter
with a hidden camera in his backpack
reported
scenes too gruesome to broadcast

hind tendons slashed
to make controlling easier
a knife in the eye
to twist the head closer
to the butcher’s knife

and there it lays
delicately sliced
oiled
seasoned
frying
upon the kitchen bench

soon to become
one with our bodies
and us to become
one with
tortured flesh