Atrocities
by Gary Hardaway
I crush the ants without a thought
and swat the buzzing fly flat.
My table offers up the gutted calf
with carrots and potatoes yanked
alive and whole from fertile beds.
When I am sick, I swallow pills
that realize microbial genocide.
My life depends upon abundant death.
I'd make a scrawny and diseased
disciple of the Buddha.
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"the gutted calf" & "scrawny and diseases disciple" Good piece.
*Namaste
...grunt grunt grunt...me, too. *
We're truly worse than Hitler.
We're all too far gone for Zen.*
"My life depends upon abundant death." hit me especially. I'm not a buddhist but I feel you nevertheless!
Thank you, Amanda,
Sam, Nonnie, Matt,
Magda, Gary, and Marcus.