Butchers of Soy

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

                          Cows

                                    w/eyes of buttered moons

                                             rejoice

                                             at the sounds of

                                                      butchers being

                                                 put out to pasture.

 

                                             Homogenized

                                       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

 

                                                                        by

                                                                        Rod C. Stryker

Another older piece. Hope you like it.

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Comments
  1. inkposts says:

    That pic was enough for me, brilliant

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