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May 2016
back muscle spasm
falling into the chasm
like a rapscallion in a holding cell
images phantasm
plasma distorts
springtime fashion
I passionately question
a season of natural ******
babies play in open meadows
birthed with the new sun
bringing fruition
to the one calling
…procreate –
artificially inseminated
Holstein heifers
drop the next generation
still in sack
to the hard unforgiving ground
expectant of an instant jump
and suckle
hard teats secrete a wonderful feat
…..but it is stolen
and fed to innocent humans
to fatten them  
and placate them
for a different slaughter
lies upon red and clouded horizon –
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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   Keith Wilson, --- and ---
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