Numb...
the pig is butchered
and one hears the usual
scream
if screams you call it
the screams of
helplessness
of death of a
fat pig
just like all deaths of
the living
but
the images of roast
and fries
keep us
from
sympathizing about
its plight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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