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To a Cow at 5 Guys, my love.

My Friend,
I'm sorry you can't be here
to listen to me.
But rest assured
you are inside of me.

Somewhere
in a steely slaughterhouse
you blinked stupidly
and snorted for the last time
before a mustachioed grunt
tore out your jugular.

Now,
ground into little pieces
and mixed with zestful spices
you lounge in my stomach.
I just wanted to let you know
that you did not die in vain.

From the moment I saw you,
dripping with BBQ sauce,
caressed by two pieces of yellow American,
and dumped unceremoniously on a seedy bun,
I knew you were something special.

I bet your mother
never looked at you
half as lovingly as I did.

And when my lips found you...
when my tongue swelled around
your moist curves
and your steam
rushed my half-cocked nostrils
I knew it was real.

Hell, you made me happier
than most people did
that day.

Who else could fit so nicely into my hands
or fill my belly so very satisfyingly?
Who else
but you?

So if you can hear me,
my bovine martyr,
weep not.

For your life
was not without value.

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Reviews

  • dave ochs
    June 1, 2008
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    hey zig

    this was easy and accessible which is good, and humerous which is also good. underneath it though i sense some ambiguity, you mentioning the slaughter of the animal i think reveals your conscience bothers you a little when you bite into a burger and this is a sort of rational.
    dave

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    • Zigfiend
      June 1, 2008
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      Thanks

      Thanks for reading, dave. You know, its strange what goes through my mind when I eat meat. I acknowledge that something had to die for me to eat, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I feel discomfort or guilt. Its more like "Oh. This was alive at one time. Pity."

      I think we have opposable thumbs for a reason =p

      -Zig


  • ladyjanew
    June 1, 2008

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    This is an out and out rave. I know you must feel sorry for the poor little cow that gave it's life for your appitite, but the poem was excellent. How many of us meat-eaters would be so sensitive to pay homage to the animal was before it became dinner? It reminds me of the Buddhist practice of Mindfulness, in which he/she thinks about all the labor that went into geting the meal on your plate in the first place. Buddha would definately give props to the cow. Excellent poem!

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  • Frank E Gibbard
    June 3, 2008

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    Meat good!

    I'll eat meat to that Zig as a true carnivore we may as well not spoil our enjoyment by being prissy. Wrote a similar mocking one similarly myself. Funny and good IMO therefore wit will out - to my taste not a veggie. Frank

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