Kit Kelen #1409 - all hypocrites or we love the animals we eat

1409

all hypocrites

or

we love the animals we eat

notes towards a possible villanelle

I eat the beast I would not kill

but cosy up and tickle too

coal lights my dim night

drive a dinosaur

in my dreams I lie so still

a fish’s lovely face is sweet

who’s not a hypocrite?

tell me

the devils have their cares

first I witness

then I tell

I read the tree

I would not fell

they light my cigarettes for me

I wouldn’t buy their shares

the images of wrong entreat

how it excites

see fly the missiles

hit the mark

all this harm is done for me

they never call my name

take torture － 

not a finger to lift

first I witness then I tell

no need to make my own terror

never made the world go round

but booed the goose

expect the safety and comfort and care

we’re not prepared to give

shut up upstairs, party’s down here

tread fingers off the rungs below

pay tax? but why? vote for my gift

I hear you by these evil means

it’s rare earths from a slave pit

power my feeble voice

ventriloquy! the devils speak

at every moment, every stage

I exercise a choice

my virtues and my vices

and my vice versa － you

call, if you like, all are a pose

and one day we will decompose

I drive a dinosaur as well

know how to pave the path to hell

my causes are more than a few

keep powder dry, keep my flag furled

I eat the beast I would not kill

but cosy up and tickle too

first I witness then I tell

but will I whimper? will I yell?

would you rather mock the waking ones

or work to save this world?