My Cat

I jump, suddenly distracted by his petitioning meiow.
I turn, annoyed by the carnivorous edge to that whine.

‘What!?’ I say, ‘I’ve already fed you! Just an hour ago!
He stops and stares back, transfixed by my odd reaction.

I stop and stare back, and we understand each other.
Yeah, I’m the vegan, and you’re the carnivore.

It’s not your job to scare me.

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Animal Brethren and Sistren

It’s a brave man who asks us to consider our identity.
Jordan Peterson talks of the same.
Not to get attached to a ‘group’ identity,
To above all, be thyself.

If plant-based is a piss-weak term for one who
Refuses to buy into the bullshit and doesn’t eat animals –
Themselves, their parts, their anything.

And vegan is that aforementioned tendency
In its awesome branding power (‘We Are The Fucking VEGANS!’) –
So the pithole of getting too identified with what exactly ‘that’ word means…….

In the end, if vegan equally denotes what you DON’T eat, and then,
By sure and savage contrast – as well what you DO identify with –
And it sure as hell ain’t THAT FUCKING MURDERING AND DISMEMBERING AND EATING OF THEIR BODIES IN THEIR VERY MEAT-EATING WORLD! – then:

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It is that ‘world’ of NATURE. We are the reflection of nature
And the world is a reflection of us. Perfect reflections.
Nature is where the animals are sleeping in their dreams.

We are wandering lost still, but they are there,
And we are the souls that could have something to
Say back to them.

Animal brethren and sistren.

Plate In The Mirror

Blood-eater, do this for me.
Put your self down to eat
With a mirror.

Such that you can see
Yourself, and that
Plate in the mirror.

Watch yourself eat that blood.
Know then this: there’s the killing
And then there’s the eating,
The mirror effect, and the horror.

What’s Good?

My cat scratches the carpet
Hooking his claws
And drawing himself along on his side.

The garden is so generous.
I want to decorate it with figurines and tiles
Like a child’s bedroom
To show it how grateful I am for its inhabitation.

Hasta la vista pasta!
I haven’t touched you for weeks
Today I filled the bowl
With half a dozen steamed vegetables
All different, each taste becoming the
One something.

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