poem24 Aug 2020 08:00 am
Robert Borski
Despite numbering in the millions,
no cow in this microscopic herd moos,
chews grass, produces milk, drops calves,
emits methane, or trembles before
the violent haunts of the slaughterhouse.
Welcome to the brave new world
of cellular agriculture, where farming
is done in bioreactors, upon pastures
of glass, producing tissue-engineered
“flesh” that is almost indistinguishable
from the real thing. Perhaps even you
yourself have tried nano-beef,
marveling, as you masticate the soylent
brown patty about your mouth, at not
only how molecularly cow-like it tastes,
but how well your single-chamber
stomach is still able to process
the ersatz meat.
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