Food

I am waiting
For the day
When human beings
Will be slaughtered,
In the perfect way
So that the flesh tastes the best;
With their hands tied,
And legs fastened to the rack
Hanging upside down
Facing the sharpest steel available.
It won't be a single cut
But a slow piercing through the neck
Reaching carefully to the lungs
And tear the heart out, if present.