Dear world.

Two things.

1. Read this most excellent poem I plan on performing this weekend at Speed Poets.

2. Bow respectfully before you approach, and slice me down the lemon.

The Offerings.

My Science teacher told me how in India, they use homeless people for science experiments at universities.

Not while they’re still alive.

After they have died from whatever it is that kills homeless people.

“Nobody misses them,” he tells us. “Its ok, because nobody misses them”.

He is grinning at the genius of it all.

He is happy they are useful for something.

He is proud of how humans can suck out every useful thing.

Like the Nazi’s – who extracted every tiny filling, before scraping the wasted people into graves. Hundred’s at a time.

Its not like there was anything else to do with the bodies.

It’s not like they were going to have funerals.

Like real people. who have friends to mourn them.

They pick them up in trucks, like bags of garbage.

Trucks and trucks of wasted people.

And I thought, is this a sign?

What dose it mean when we start harvesting discarded bodies for university students to pick over?

Bodies. The faeces of society.

The abject droppings of our roaring Babylon.

Those people who “fall through the cracks”.

How dose anyone fall through the cracks?

What are the cracks?

Weird side effects of society, our mutant children?

If you want to have banks, and postal systems and fast food services, you also have to have cracks, and people will fall through them.

And this is acceptable.

Then my Ancient History teacher told me how on the island of Crete they made, human sacrifices.

Everybody winced. This was disgusting.

And I thought, are we that different?

These stray human beings, tossed into the offering basket.

Strapped to the operating table. Precision-surgeons, we extract everything from them.

Comfort, Pride, Self worth, Faith in humanity, Dignity.

And then, even at the very end, after death has claimed the scraps.

We use their insides, in our classrooms.

To train more precision-surgeons, for more operations.

Genius.