each day i must choose
pieces of the world to take
inside myself so i can live
   for another day

a form of life i choose
to take from another
   just as many are
too horrified to say

as selfishness reigns
i try to limit death
upon the most stupid:
a root perhaps, a leaf or
   a nut;
the secretions of cows
who like me also only choose
   the stupidest
(accidentally)

the Design in our re-cycles
favors the powerful however
that might be defined:
   children eating
other creatures like innocent
   lambs as an offering
to That which has defined us

the fact of our living means
other life must die consumed
in our form, one form or another
   becomes who we are

and is it any different than
a sun pulling in an earth
to burn the only way it can
   even the earthly
   thoughts of love
which grew for a time?