Sometimes it feels as if we are one step away from a truly dystopian world setting. Every successive bite we take is what leads us to what comes next. In stopping, we come to a new page in an old book.

Bugmeat and Fakemeat: Ode to Tomorrow’s Menu

“Bend Over No More”

The meatless, gourmet hamburger of a dystopian tomorrow. Image credit: Alexandra_Koch on Pixabay

A Foreword

There is nothing wrong with eating fakemeat in place of animal meat. However, when decisions are made for people instead of with, things are evolving inversely. So, that this poem makes fun of fakemeat is not making light of animals living their lives imprisoned waiting to be made into various products, but rather, is underscoring some of the looming problems at hand, which include human rights and animal welfare.

The poem written on this page is dedicated to all the people I’ve ever and never met, and to my husband, who believes that every word I write is important and golden.

Poem: Bugmeat

By Amethystah

In kitchens of the future, behold the fated fry,
Fake meat crackles, bugs neatly hung t’ dry.
Held in vats with…