He dreams of them.
I know he does.
When he walks into Tessaros
and looks at all the seafood options
he sees the woman at the bar
wipe the grease off her face with a
white cloth napkin,
he sees the chef
work the hard wood fire
the flames leaping
the smell in his nose
and he wants one
but it's been years,
decades really,
another lifetime
of eating meat
and it does destroy
the planet
it really isn't
the coal power plants
or the SUVs
it's the cows farting
in the fields before
their terrible slaughter.
He get the tuna.
Dolphins
died in their nets
shouting to their children
they love them
and we both believe
in love but the Navy destroyers
make all the animals deaf.
I get the blue cheese
bacon burger. It's
our contribution
to the end of the world.
bob pajich
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