Predator
Making sandwiches all complete
Taking the bread the stuff of life
and smooth on the butter soft and gold,
add the shrimp so pink and sweet
laid on the bread thirty together,
a school of them swarm across the bread,
some seafood sauce and lettuce on top.
The predator has taken a mouthful of lives
and while watching the bag of shrimps
Takes another bite and wonders
about the bread and waving fields of wheat
and if ever, like the shrimp,
it lived a conscious Life.
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