Butchers of Soy

Posted: September 8, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Flying Cow


                                    w/eyes of buttered moons


                                             at the sounds of

                                                      butchers being

                                                 put out to pasture.



                                       for safety’s sake,

                                                      they chew cud,

                                             these butchers-of-old,

                                                      aprons freshly starched,

                                    gleam in the setting sun

                                             that dribbles below the horizon

                                                               until twilight reveals

                                             barbecue grills

                                             fired up for pork franks

                                                               and soy burgers



                                                                        Rod C. Stryker

Another older piece. Hope you like it.

  1. inkposts says:

    That pic was enough for me, brilliant

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