The whole place reeks of it
Aromatic hydrocarbons
Cooked, burned, congealed
Aerosolized into viscous particulates
Floating through the air
Sucked past smell receptors
Deep into the alveoli
Where they form concretions
Gradually rising, layer upon lipoid layer
Forming a rancid cast
Suffocating in the residue
Of forbidden morsels
Meatbags cooked slow
Over medium heat
The mucilaginous stench sticking
To every fiber and hair
Scarcely washed out by the industrial shower
Polluting the overworked HVAC
For weeks and parsecs to come
Not to mention cleaning the galley
An abominable affair
Of hardened tallow drippings
Covering every square centimeter
We’ll never make the mistake
Of eating human again.
Celeronian Natives
Beulah Khware longs to become a Celeronian, but only the most committed pass the citizenship test.