heart felt blunt words
To love with a knife is not love at all
With the threat of a sharp edge,
They will never grow.
Rip out all the feathers,
Hang it until the blood won’t drip.
Slice it until it has no bones,
Until it is no longer recognizable.
Serve it to the selfish and the proud,
Let it rot into the earth.
There is no animal in meat anymore.
We drove up a road under construction
Stopping at each flagger
Up to a friends quaint reunion
His smile was intense
His body Caucasian
His relatives oriental
No match
He pretended I meant something to him
As we walked in his field of baby geese
His Asian relatives starred and judged
Geese as far as the eye could see
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