The Beast

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I conspire with the beast.
Two or three times a day
I must feed my best friend,
this cuddly saturnine feline
such processed packets of slaughter,
which I dispense without
thought into his bowl.
He is the innocent;
it is I who flagrantly
intervenes in nature, my acquiescence
muffling screams — and my conscience.
And what am I
but a lapsed frugivore,
a hypocrite with hippie affectations
who dares to profess that he cares?

*The beast is not the cat but the ‘system’.

Copyright Francis 2020

2 thoughts on “The Beast

  1. I enjoyed this poem. The theme takes me to my youngest daughter where she and her husband provide a home for three (yes, three) rescued cats. Saved from the beast which is man’s inhumanity toward animals.

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