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.
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