The Meat Lady
by Jerry Ratch
After all our morals
And ethics of distrust
Have been ripped out
And discussed
There's still the Meat Lady
At the end of the day
Standing around
in the midst of the crowd
Handing out her meat
In little morsels
on a toothpick
After all the quiet and mistrust
There's still the Meat Lady
Handing out her meat
And it's what we eat
You go dividing up
The religions of man
And where we stand
But it's the cow and the lamb
It's just the cow and the lamb
That we're after
We live and we die
Like fireflies in the night
But by daylight
We are surprised
To find our wings
Are on fire
And bring us back to the night
To survive
And about truth
It's highly over-rated
It's just the cow and the lamb
That we're after
The cow and the lamb
That we're after
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Huh. This got me thinking about a lot of things.
You *do* have to be very trusting to take those bits of meat on toothpicks from a total stranger.
Never thought about these things before.
Tanks.
"For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the" *
Made me think about trying to fight my way through Costco on a weekend. *
Like the repetition in this and the idea that it just comes down to, well, meat. Pretty interesting to move from high concepts of religion and war to real muscle. Fascinating idea for a poem -- glad Matt Potter pointed me here this week in Editor's Eye.
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To quote myself, 'you can’t go past the image of this sad woman handing out morsels of meat'. Find what else I wrote about this piece for Editor's Eye here:
http://www.fictionaut.com/wordpress/2014/07/31/editors-eye-matt-potter/