Pietas

[joshuacan]

It is incredibly difficult to gauge the context and underlying meaning, I don't think you are best served making this entire poem cryptic. I would suggest offering one line of very clear elucidation that allows the reader to properly glimpse and decipher the meanings of all these what-I-think-are metaphors. It reads incredibly pretentiously. My best guess is that this is about products in a refrigerator that have expired, or a slaughterhouse. Perhaps I am entirely missing something(s), but I am left confused.

The writing is solid, the word choice excellent, and the flow is decent.