there is no need or it's only natural or my pound of flesh

ah, the instant delight 
of the neon lights flicker 
across the thoughtless smile
on the face  
of another sated customer
paying to play 
in this cartoon scene
 
so i carry my pound of flesh 
that doubtless, if i felt the pain of its production, 
two eyes alive before the blade, 
i would not could not kill 

in sweetly sanitised supermarkets
images of cows and sheep 
of chickens and pigs 
dance happy on their plastic coffins 
while real life counterparts 
stand miserable 
in tortuous boxes 
opposing mine 
of comfortable lies 
that wrap around 
my pound of flesh