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| Therapeutic Analytic Poem I get this image of stubborn cows they gently nudge, at first, to move from pasture. They kill them for meat. They could raise a gun to me. Humane? It requires a clean shot. Where are the gunmen, because a cow knows nothing, except not wanting to go? If you’re a human cow, you slowly suspect guns filled with concisely instructed words implement each cow-like journey to the processing plant. Terminated, no promised heaven to dream beyond. Once dead, neatly divided and packaged. Who would deny this traditional process of gaslighting a cow to stop grazing, come home and let the end be humane, equitable as possible. Mom needs butchered meat, so the boys can eat, grow up and be strong as cows. Never intending to be shooed from yard and street — but human, and better. We are better than stubborn animals, don’t obey our farmers, with bullets of dread. it can get messy, roaming about ‘free’. Cows used are stud, milked, grilled in portions as steak. Slice me, grind for your hamburger to fry. All of this we must eat like destiny. from 6.1.22 on iPhone while dehumanized at work. 6.9.22bedited, altered, blogged |
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