My stomach

is dressed in feet

and a skull full of brain

Together, entities like those

cater for the King's supper

and the beggar's crumbs,

while God disappears

with the human genome in a timble,

and a mouthful of nuclear warheads,

while we munch like pigs in a pigsty,

for, like Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill explain:

“Erst kommt das Freßen, dann kommt die Moral”