Description:
The trembling tone tied to his vocal chords
laughed at the scene it watched him try to say.
She looked up, only long enough, like jackals glancing
from recent kill to evaluate approaching beasts intent to
take food from bloody plate, seeing no real threat, and
turned back inwards towards her happy used to be
smiling meal. The world turning in such a different
manner when the meat is happy for its sacrifice. Every
moment of every day is a sacrifice to the life taking it.
Life inherently selfish. Life inevitably requiring in order
to exist. No existence self contained. It all requires time
and space. So why can't that time and space be happy
for its use? Why can't human flesh be happy in its
privilege to continue this beautiful world, beautiful
existence?