an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
Robert J.Conley
 
From "A Self-Portrait"
Because the meat that I buy
is in plastic skin
the secret of life
remains unrevealed to me

I have never drunk blood
and I only hunt
by remote control
on my TV set

When I go into the supermarket
to buy meat
portioned and ready packed
how can I ask pardon
from the spirit of the animal
whose meat I am eating
and where shall I light my fire?
   
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