Feeding humanity
Today, I almost ate a beetle. It was in the colander that my watery pasta
sloshed around in while being drained. I wonder how slimy it would've been if I'd
let it's hard shell, like armor,
crunch under my stone teeth.
Do insects make a sound when you eat them? Do they make a sound when they die? Have they the personality to beg for
forgiveness or cry in pain? Are the living things scared of me,
a person who will kill any bug and rip
daffodils out of the ground,
like ripping out hair in a brawl?
I wonder how many times a tree has thanked itself because
I can't rip it out of the ground and I have no will to chop it down. How many dreams has a dandelion had that
I've invaded by plucking them out of existence?
Today, I almost ate a beetle. Yesterday, I killed three ants. Tomorrow, I won't go outside.
Venus Davis is a 20-year-old nonbinary writer from Cleveland, Ohio. They are currently a poetry reader for Random Sample Review. Venus is also working on writing a poetry chapbook inspired by astrology. Follow their twitter for more memes, rants, and the occasional poem: @venusbeanus.
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