Animal People
The welfare advocates
pick on human frailty,
comparing
sending children to orphanages
to sheltering kittens.
They wonder about our
inherent bad-ness,
go fault finding and
interpret themselves above the pale,
flesh-eating disease that attacks
their selfsame skin, and
cannot feel it burning away to hate.
Your affection spreads infection:
Love kills.
I think I may have cancer.
Well, ain’t life just a *****!
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