Vegetarian (continuity)

eating a piece of round
and you can se the veins
where the knife had seared across
hollowed circles, tree like in form
the more I stare at it

the closer they get to me
they grow out from the meat
wrap themselves around my throat
press into my neck, fat falls down
beneath my shirt towards my chest

not to mention once I got up
and people thought I was insane
living meat hanging off of my neck
like a tarnished gold chain
feeding it's way into me

the same way I had fed into it
is it any wonder then
as our fat scrapes along the ground
are we a developed nation?
Or a gluttonous overdeveloped one?

Woke up in a bed of leaves
went to the rest room to
clean off, tub was filled
with brown rice, bread
stacked up to the ceiling

and the round roast had
disappeared somehow, or
was it inside of me? I'll
never know if I was protein
for protein or not, I'm still here