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Justification
I considered surrendering
consumption of
anything alive
After reading
My Year of Meats
Until I read
The Loop
Where wolves
kill a Montana moose
in slow-motion
nightmare sequence
The pack
displaying
pendulous
stoles with bared teeth
that lock on
bolting prey
Blood-quilted
together
and flesh
ripped apart
Nature's
survival of fittest
that makes
slaughter houses
look like
Kevorkian clinics
Where maybe
Montana ranchers
learned animal
humanity
How to fire
one well-placed shot
that serves
steak for supper
Providing
meals minus clandestine DES
animal
antibiotics or plastic feed
Food fueled
with female replacement iron
robbed by
menstrual rustlers
Moral meat
despite vegan disapproval
My iron-count
cries for more minerals
To quiet
incisors that ache
with ancestral
instinct
And forebears
inhabit my dreams
Haunting with
their after-kill howls
c2005 Ellaraine Lockie
Honey
Don't call me
honey
in that
degrading tone
After you've had
a few too many
And you really mean bitch
But can't get past
the passive aggression
that pinch hits for anger
Because it's been
a few too many years
And I've come to hate
the word honey
c2005 Ellaraine Lockie
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"A Curse Shall Light Upon The Limbs of
Man" by Scott Odom
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