consumption as a generative ACT I – Death (fold bottoms of toilet paper tubes) I am a creature made from death, from killing. Whether it is the stolen red flesh which is seared, sliced, sauteed, bones boiled in broth, liver and lung crushed into paste, or whether it is the leaf, the stem, the flower, torn from the root and diced, steamed, stewed, or it is the root itself which is unburied from the Earth to meet its grave in the air. I am the product of taking, but fruit is the only flesh which is given.