Tanka: ‘Unto the End’

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For years I believed
They foisted lies upon me
Light comes to me now
Even unto the world’s end
You are not deserting me

Copyright Francis 2020

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

Meat — Jane Dougherty Writes (Reblog)

We have made this world coldpitiless and cruel. The dark called up or downor dragged from the abysswraps wet winged arms about uscradling some in their desired blindness while the hallowed beam that glowsshows to those with open eyesonly our hypocrisy and the killing fieldsbeneath bone-light.

Meat — Jane Dougherty Writes

Trekkie Addict (Quadrille)

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In another dimension
a science fiction buff
might be prized.
Both generations of Star Trek,
scripts known verbatim,
dramas wrought
from billions
and parsecs,
all sheer make-believe:
I cannot abide it.
So which side is up in space?
I’m passed the Van Allen belts

Copyright Francis 2020

dVerse — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides

I am a bit of a Trekkie addict — but is it absurd?