Friday, July 8, 2011


So maybe they weren’t made to love it. I don’t like
living shoulder to shoulder with my kind either
but I do it. The city’s expensive but it’s not so bad
when you eat cheap. Who doesn’t like a lot of food?
I wouldn’t complain if someone cooked up all kinds
of new things to feed me. Maybe at first the gates
and fences would fool me into wanting back
the freedom (what’s freedom?) of open (and dwindling)
fields. Until I was out there, sharing my world
with a thousand other hungerers, half of them carnivores.
Is that what we’re made for? At least the ground
is owned, and named. Corn might not taste sweet
now but it tastes like peace now
and triumph.