The View

Narrative... The View At the end of Mulberry street stood a massive old and weathered oak. With an owl rested there every night , just waiting for the right meal to wander by, then silent wings swooped effortlessly down the massacre hardly made a sound at all. I watched from my bedroom window each night to see this act of natural savagery and the feast Even saw a black kitten become the monster's meal Yet never did I think of it as barbaric savagery because man eats whatever he wants with arrogant glee As master over all creatures and with contempt for the weak and lame, Throat cut and bloodied the cow so peaceful becomes next day's burgers and we bat not an eye. Unholy indifference reasoned to be a normal act by we lords of the earth, we takers of all weaker things. Great to find the old Mulberry still a launching pad after these past decades. And man changes not except his clothes and his ideas on his superiority over known and unknown Universe. Robert J. Lindley April 7th. 1992