I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat 2013

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat

Emerging over time,

Uncomfortable, uneasy,

Almost queasy

When meat meets the taste buds,

I am losing what was magic

Once upon a youthful time.

How I used to relish

A delicious New York steak,

A tenderloin joined to the tongue,

A quarter-pounder, nay, a half-…

A calf called veal

(Until

I found that calves were made anemic,

Kept in stalls half-light

To keep their meat milk-white).

In any case,

Tastes mutating without a sweat,

I gently push the meat aside

To favor sweets

And savor nuts and flax,

The textured list unending.

But at times, just sometimes

I’ll eat

Meat

And really like it.

As a tribute to a sparerib,

Moral conscience taking leave,

Double standard winning over,

And at risk of sounding glib,

And unwilling to convey a fib,

I put bread aside,

Rice, beans and greens

And dig into a slaughtered pig

Or cow,

Denying that and how they died.

I don’t think

I’ll be eating meat at all

In the (far) future;

Not yet sure.

I don’t think so.

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat 8.23.2013

Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

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