Vegetarian's Lament
There are anonymous livers in the fridge with legs
Of lamb and sides of pig
Silvery mackerel and salmon pink
No where to swim
Bounding venison, still mute and chilly
Awaiting the gulp and crunch of your carnivorous bite
YOU whittle down to nothing,
Half your previous self,
Happily grilling chicken, well used to Battery,
Content with side salad then block of crispy choc to round it off
Turning in glee to me, you wield your mouth
Smile and ask
"Give us a kiss?"
