Is that what you call the kind
of calculation I did in the diner
the other day when my friend said
that one third of all food raised
in these great United States
goes to waste? I had to double-check,
but it seems to mean that every year
we go through the trouble of hatching,
sexing, feeding, cramming, trucking,
shackling, electrifying, throat-slitting,
scalding, defeathering, deorganing,
deeverythinging, then plastic-
wrapping, freezing, and trucking again
more than three billion
feeling, frightened chickens
just to dump their bodies or what’s left
of them into holes in West Virginia
where they can rot with the rest
of the all stuff we thought we needed
until we realized that we really didn’t.
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