elaboration on a late morning dream I had this morning (my first intense objective death dream by objective I mean it wasn t my death) Super Market Safeway Butchers two aisles down from the towels demonstrate to the public the meaty secret All Products Sold On These Shelves Are Dead To Prove Ourselves We Will Exhibit With Knife and Tenderizer Our Personal Brand of Killing The older shoppers were flushed with memories of their fathers after back-yard battles with the chicken coop bloody and sweaty bird in one hand beer in the other you know one muttered to another you lose something from styrofoam platters the skeptical asked when does it start right now if you like the intercom marked like Noah s Ark they came out from soup cans and freezers slithering off sausage wheels to be killed again to prove a promise cubic cows and chicken fingers built themselves into altars on the Butcher s table fish shuddered and shed their batter found their heads behind Customer Service Counter all lined up incomplete in pieces afternoon shoppers applauded a human horseshoe around the Block considered themselves lucky - first store with live chops worms flew through the automatic doors up went the cleaver split a cow tongue back up it glittered a splash of red back down on turkey hearts beating red explosions such tiny hearts the customers who d brought their dogs ran out fast to their cars I have something not already dead-dead it might help with customer relations you think like gold the intercom joked but who eats dog ( I ll do it with Coke! ) Shepherds terriers poodles and muts we got a ten-year old bag of peanuts might go nice with paws dipped in honey sauce said the manager everyone s new friend the leashes were sold a dollar for ten Use em for strangling whipping buy em for a friend little sara cried he was such a good pup mother replied no he s not I got hair in my eye and shit in my mouth a riot erupted everything moving looked good enough to prove Safeway wasn t kidding ants babies the elderly blind were moved to the Table a Totally New Line! the animals forgotten dead once again slunk back to their packages wrapped in coupons stained red