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You do not have to be free.

You do not have to point yourself

skyward, over rivers and mountains to soar.

You only have to let plucked and frozen flesh

nestle on a sterile white shelf.

See how much more is your worth.

Down here the talk is of how long

to leave you and the climate that most

enhances your flavour; we dissect and discuss

our favourite parts of you, colour and texture,

comparing you warmly to those formerly eaten.

Here you were never more loved.

Here at the end of aisle four, in an artificial light,

pockets of sky, clear and blue, are temptingly priced.

Over and over the Tannoy announces

your place in the shopping list of things.