Vegan
"Vegan"
The blaise of red
hits the butcher’s paper
like molten crayon
thick and clumpy
perhaps there's some
truth?
in that old
saying;
a watery grave
the write;
it’s child’s play.
all that said,
and done,
dead meat
inside a bellyfull
grows rancid
the mind turns
verdant woodland green
the write not cut
turns positively pure
let’s say
Vegan
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Are their heads off?"
shouted the Queen.
"Their heads are gone,
if it please you, your Majesty!"
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