tender meat p.2

hand extending
perfected nails
narled cuticles
resting amoung refrigerated bloody meats
keeps away temperate rot
reach for water
bottle with nursing top
lies buried,
hidden behind skinless bonless pieces
one sticky label reads, "died peacefully"
another, "gone to heaven"
consumers refrain deep though
dislike knowing content of their cuisine
sucking the nipple of his water
a comforted consumer
slumbers in the graveyard of a tender future
a forgotten past
still
sincerely believes
the sticker makes a difference