Thursday, February 14, 2008


is slaughter your own way?
Is death your source of life?
I speak of lives shortened, sacrificed,
begotten, suffered, for you died.
millions of times a day,
millions of tons a year,
all served upon your plate:
a culinary crucifixion
making martyrs for your taste.
you can say it's right,
say it's necessary,
justify yourself to me;
but who's it needs convincing?
have I a mote in my eye,
or have you in yours a beam?

[backdated to approximate time of writing]

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