From One Animal To Another Poem by James McLain

Look how far these animals have run
in only a hundred and fifty years!
In the sky flying high is a place they try to find
where U.S. lesser ones will be left
here behind
to die a death worse than any death you could know
his name was Hubble.
Ebola and A.I.D.s, do you wish to have sex
ceritified by none I am clean.
We still rut like the pigs
that we love to eat unless of course you are a Muslim.
Onyx, white and green is the bust that I made
not of them.
I in my youth did as well rut like a pig I preferred bacon.
Did I eat it as well
leaving behind strings of pearls I say, you betcha.
She rides a horse,
I'd ride a mule, just like on gun smoke Mr.Festus.
To one animal from another the future is clear
don't you exude milk when you dream.