dirty thoughts

we are so preoccupied with whatever
cleansing we can get done
we don’t know how to wallow in the filth we kick up

yes, there is excrement on our feet
and you better believe that it fucking stinks
and not only do you not want to see or hear
about the smells of the lavoratories of the world
you don’t want to know of the food processing companies
who churn meals out of the meat
of the mixture of creatures
we leave up to our modern slaves
to slaughter for our urban enjoyment.

you don’t want to know of the details
of those who scrub porcelain in shopping malls
after diarrhea strikes those shoppers
who were otherwise content with
finding bargains this afternoon.

you don’t want to know the details of the stench
that fills the nostrils of those
who pile tonnes of our refuge each morning
in the landfills that are already so out of style
with where we need to be heading in our society.

you don’t want to feel remorse for those poor souls
left draining body fluids out of our corpses
when we aspire to the depths of our deaths.
it’s grit that we have taken to be apart from.

fair enough, one could argue,
that we’ve regulated those tasks to someone else.
it just so happens that someone else might be us, some time,
left to defend our own exciting adventures with the porcelain chariot
and moaning of the times when servants picked up
after our excretions into them

ah, the pain of any antibiotic cleansing is wonderful.
wonderful to know how removed we are
from the world in which we find ourselves surrounded.