To Be...Or Not to Care...

    We eat placenta as oranges. They fall sadly, forced from trees, we split skin to obtain dripping flesh. We squeeze birth fluid, chick safety, into any receptacle, we flavor a soup, drink whole and lift weights. Stir thickening life-blood until it thickens and cools, grows a skin and sits, rotting, unwanted next to last week's casserole. Dalai Lama should touch down in Kansas, blessing "live" "stock," rendering them sacred. Sacred with respect. Neglect may even feel best at this point. 

      I listened too late for everyone.  I listened too late. Oh Kate, Shasta, country cousins, Cassie, bored and un-utilized/fulfilled, mostly. I would stare at, then share your fuzzy protection, but still cook you next to rabbits. What a savage wilderness we live in...  

      We gnaw flesh off bones, fake flavored with herbs and vegetables, the original flavor needs salting, peppering, slicing, marinating, serving. We chew through layers of skin and fat. We cry for one tortured puppy. We torture, dehumanization dangerous as WWII.  Jews are dogs so we can kill them. Blacks are apes so we can rape and use their youth. Women are bitches, fillet and eat their labium, castrate their sex like a bull. We harm. We harm without remorse. We harm with little thought. We fight to maintain harm as worth. Ignorance is bliss, but only for the ignorant, not to whom they surround blindly.