Flesh Eaters


I might have been carnivorous to the core,
But now my sympathies lie more with poor
Defenceless animals who live their lives
Only to fall beneath the carving knives
Of creatures who have no more right to stay
Alive than those they indirectly slay.
Unlike the rule of nature in the raw
Which follows its own predatory law,
We buy our bludgeoned flesh wrapped and sanitised
To satisfy a hunger super-sized.
Dispensing with proportion, we proceed
To consume beyond our need.
We cannot laugh our way out of this mess;
We must appreciate the joys of less.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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