We see it pushing through the tube,
plastic boxes, nearly medical, labelled with numbers or barcodes or
Something in-between, something few understand.
Chicken thrown to starving wolves
eagerly pawing white lids –
now, bleached rice, clammy and squirming.
Pale meat stained with the milk of highlighters,
this sickly paste,
Gone too soon.
What’s the deal with airplane food?
