Just a Butcher (or 'The Existentialist Butcher')A Poem by Daniel EavesA butcher with ontological insecuritiesAm I just a Butcher, just a clutcher of the hook ? A carver of cadavers for the larders of a cook?
Is meting out the meat to eat my meaning in this life? From gutting, mincing mutton to the cleaning of this knife?
As I leave my cleaver and achievement rides the wake, will I fill my will with merely offal or with steak?
And when I'm sent to Heaven will the cows crowd round to low, their beef with homo teeth and how this hangman helped them so?
Again, when I'm in Heaven will the sheep with zeal then bleat of my hand in legs of lamb, then, 'cos my lot was dealing meat?
Am I just a Butcher just to butch a piece of flesh? Or am I as a lamb is and confined behind a mesh? © 2014 Daniel Eaves |
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Added on October 28, 2014 Last Updated on October 28, 2014 Author
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