Numb...

the pig is butchered
and one hears the usual
scream

if screams you call it
the screams of
helplessness

of death of a
fat pig
just like all deaths of
the living

but
the images of roast
and fries
keep us

from
sympathizing about
its plight

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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