Here is a man who chooses for his trade
To feed the public—to provide their meat,
From the hoofed victim to the package neat,
For which self-chosen task the man is paid
Enormous is his power, and undismayed
He uses it a million mouths to cheat
Defiling hideously the food they eat
Distributing diseases trimmed and weighed
We buy tuberculosis by the pound
Live parasites and carrion he sells
Poisoning the public as men poison wells;
Spreading slow death to which no clue is found
His hands with gold uncounted we have filled
While he, safe, secret, subtle, killed and killed.