Featured Poem - Monday 4th August 2008
Two for the price of one. This poem, which dips a toe into the philosophy of bio ethics is presented along with an alternate view from writer Patricia Hysell. Thanks Patti.
full of plump, pink, humans — livestock.
An alien herdsman grabs a newborn
crimps the child's tongue
drops him in the rearing pen.
Mother bites her own dead tongue,
trudges off to be milked.
Organic bullock-boy shuffles in line
trembles, stares wild eyed as siblings fall.
A bolt through the skull stuns him:
"He didn't suffer."
chained by the ankle to the slaughterhouse rack.
Skin rips, tendons tear,
her silent scream killed
by a blessed knife to the throat.
Her sanguine blood slowly drip drip drips
as the butcher-priest chants:
"Praise our god for this human bounty."
Dave places his quill back in the inkpot
takes a last bite of BLT on rye
turns over a new page.
Why Even Try?
Why Even Try?
or Misguided Zealot
I am told I'm bad because I am ruled by biology.
I am told that history is not destiny.
I am told to disregard the drawings as Lascaux.
I am told to deny my carnivorous self.
Ruminate on this, oh despicable meat-eater.
You should shun your evilness.
You should shun your destiny.
You should shun the triumph of ancestors.
You should shun your carnivorous self.
Flesh eating is cruelty to animals
No word on other animals eating animals.
Not only flesh, but animal by-products as well
No milk, no cheese, no eggs.
Live off plants – they don't have eyes.
No nutrition worries, it's easy to be healthy.
Give up your carnivorous ways.
And failed to make the more zealous happy.
I woke to my morning coffee
I lunched on crackers
I supped on tomato soup
I am a carnivore.
Forgive me Mother Earth.
For I am as you made me.
I am the promise of my ancestors.
Living high on the hog.