The killing machine kills more animals a day
for consumption
than ipso facto, we in a year’s killing fields.
God made in our image, the anonymous
crowd, knotted
through with confections washed up on
Our coast of humanity, which windows
onto a Zoo
life thrives on deception. A moral mind
An infallible judgement, where everyone
is dead
every tomb unearthed, then resealed
Animal, human remains heaped in fields
as tipped
dumps, where even the horizon’s clouds
Are vapid incineration, a house of cards
crumbling, falling
into one another, into the pit that blots us out.
Robin Ouzman Hislop Editor of the 12 year running on line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. (See its Wikipedia entry at Poetry Life and Times). He has made many appearances over the last years in the quarterly journals Canadian Zen Haiku, including In the Spotlight Winter 2010 & Sonnetto Poesia. Previously published in international magazines, his recent publications include Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review, Appalachian University N Carolina, Post Hoc installed at Bank Street Arts Centre, Sheffield (UK), Uroborus Journal, 2011-2012 (Sheffield, UK), The Poetic Bond II & 111, available at The Poetic Bond and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes a recently published Anthology of Sonnets: Phoenix Rising from the Ashes. He has recently completed a volume of poetry, The World at Large, for future publication. He is currently resident in Spain engaged in poetry translation projects.
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