7: Crates and boxes

Loaded upon steaming tanks

Are crates and boxes

Of meat.

Go east to mouths insatiable

Will crates and boxes

Of meat.

Maggots wrestling

Shears testing

Ropes to hold it all in check.

Whistles blowing

Alarms bellowing

To avoid another wreck.

We cast off shore and set our sail

With crates and boxes

Of meat.

Hoping to reach common ground

And crates and boxes

Of meat.

Our backs are bent

Our last strength spent

A voyage of death before us.

Not knowing when

Not caring then

If deadly toll comes in a chorus.