Not A Cemetery Poem by Saiom Shriver

Not A Cemetery



When one frequently eats
the decaying cadavers
of innocent murdered animals
his body becomes
a cemetery mobile
until disease
makes him immobile.

Not A Cemetery
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: food
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Footnote:

Leonardo DaVinci: My body will not be a grave for other creatures.

William Shakespeare: What is thy body but a swallowing grave?

George Bernard Shaw:
We are the living graves of murdered beasts,
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites.
We never pause to wonder at our feasts,
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights.




http: //www.all-creatures.org/poetry/ar-livinggraves.html

http: //weheartit.com/entry/132917893/tag/vegetarian%20quote? context_user=5secondsoffob%3C/strong%3E%3Cbr
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