As the World Turns

The last peck and cluck of a chicken heard from the interior of a chicken sandwich. The panicked scraping of steer horns on the tight steel slaughter stalls as you cut the rare meat open allowing a last slow gush of bright blood onto the bright white plate. These are the nightmares of carnivores who have yet to learn that the beasts eat and kill also and it is a perfect ecological balance but Man, that maker of his own nightmare weapons must sacrifice his greed to his Godhead and know that this flesh of self must be eaten also one year at a time. and so the natural world turns as perfectly as ever.