In Big Meat's slaughterhouses they ignore the adulteration of their product, looking the other way as hormones, hair and feces, cancers, tumors and vomit
make their way down the dis-assembly line of macabre, mass-produced death to be dealt on down to you and the children you're supposed to protect,
because the cost is $5,000 per minute to shut down the slaughter for inspection. Big Meat and the government agencies that were created in order to protect them,
scapegoat the packagers and the distributors of their dirty, murderous product rather than trace any "problems" discovered back to Big Meat's self-inspected slaughter.
H.A.C.C.P., the voluntary system under which Big Meat operates, allows contamination to be blamed on workers who don't wash their hands, or forget to wear hairnets, and meat sold past its expiration date.
And since local and state officials long ago recognized the need to protect Big Meat businesses not people when deadly pathogens like Mad Cow break out names of responsible restaurants, stores and ranches are kept secret
just as packagers and distributors refuse to name their original suppliers who are each busy serially killing over 220 animals every hour
many of which are skinned while fully conscious, still alive, kicking, crying and moaning, throwing their heads around, wild-eyed
as their hocks are hacked off their bodies. Who would do a job like this? Prisoners refuse. Work release inmates quit their slaughterhouse jobs, preferring prison to committing this abuse.
And who would consume this atrocity? You would. And you do. Because Big Meat works very hard to keep its executions hidden from your view.
It's one thing to know the meat you eat is full of feces, and quite another to see cows who clearly don't want to die hung upside down and torn apart on the Killing Floor while they're still obviously and painfully alive.
Besides, admitting where it comes from, really ruins a nice steak with French fries.
Big Meat, Part Two: It's a Gas, Gas, Gas!
One clear sign of fresh meat is its bright red color, right? Well if you spray it with carbon dioxide and a few other gasses -- not quite.
This makes decomposing meat stay red not just for days, but for months, so there's no more tell-tale browning. And, if I may, let me be blunt.
Vi's works appear widely both in print and online. She conducts Poetry Workshops and gives readings in Central New York. Her latest chapbook is "Sine Qua Non Antiques (an Arcanum of History, Geography and Treachery).