The Plight Of A Vegetable Poem by Timmy Curran

No way to know what
consequences will come
from a night on the ride
to endless outcomes
A shade of the future
unfolding from the eyes
distracting from the present
and it all comes as a surprise
You could bake them in butter,
add spices and cheese
Vegetables are essential
to the health of some beings
If they could complain
of a cold or long walk in the rain
Im sure they would utter a phrase
and I hear one racked with pain
I can´t lift a ciagarette,
grasp a fork or stub my toe
without knowing in my bones
that there is broken, young
soul, damned to live
at the bottom of a salad bowl