You do not have to be free.
You do not have to point yourself through sky, 
over rivers and mountains for your value to soar.
You only have to let plucked and frozen
flesh, naked and pimply, nestle
on a sterile white shelf. See
how much more is your worth.
Meanwhile the talk is of how long
to leave you and the climate that most
enhances your taste; we discuss and dissect
our favourite parts, your colour and texture,
compare you warmly to your fellow creatures.
Meanwhile you were never more popular;
lonely no longer. We eat what you are.
At the end of aisle four, pockets of clean blue sky
are reasonably priced in an artificial light.
Meanwhile over and over the tannoy announces
your place in the shopping list of things.
It is not big. But it is not Lidl.