When they apologized to the animal
They killed. We'd be better as
Unashamed carnivores at least to
Recognize some critter had to suffer
For us to benefit from its hard won
Protein. Put yourself in their place
Suggest the PETA advocates.
Any who think self-servingly our
Prey have no concept of their
Death has not looked in the eye
Of a steer headed up the slaughter
Ramp. They certainly sense terror.
Their bodies react, rebel accordingly.
Yet I, sentient human, will revel in
The taste of their sear-braised flanks,
The food so far removed from what
Once it was--thriving muscle perhaps
Driving a huge beast across a plain,
Once a piece of a magnificent spirit.
Moderns have the grossly mistaken
Descartes to thank for reducing herds
To unconscious automatons whose
Squeals of pain were reflexive and
Unsensed. Rene, you should have
Stuck to math. Your biology betrays
Your poor health and isolation from
Pets and the like. Rene, poor Frenchie,
Who could barely proclaim himself
Alive, made it easier for men to
Kill for their food and to take noble
Steeds into war's mayhem. We
Have been terrible stewards of those
Placed in our care, working thousands
To death, in the heat of Manhattan's
Summer sun, or in the frozen ice
Of polar quests. May God forgive us.
Yet we continue. May God
Forgive us.
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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