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A Modern Love

In your past, this past

they weren't valued

no one said they were members of the family

what walks on four legs and is furry and cute is only

to last as long as nature intended and then to be disposed of

 

Veal calves in crates, taken from mothers on the day of their birth

to make more milk for humans, horse slaughter for glue

and foi gras, ducks and geese locked in a vice grip of their cages

metal tubes rammed down their throats and force fed until a liver disease

develops, painful, but given no respite

and served as a delicacy and

fur coats from animals skinned alive right here in America

still when mink farms are outlawed in the Netherlands and

two million dogs and cats skinned in China every year not to mention

other horrors and no one cared or looked their way because they are

only animals, and voiceless and helpless and no one cared to give them

a voice or advocacy

"that's why they're there, for our use, people still say" who profit from an industry

of suffering

 

And today, there are people who try to give them a voice and there are veterinarians who will try to help you with your member of the family, as he suffers, in his old age

a bag of fluids hangs from my exercise bike, and intermixed with my medications

is the painkiller and anti-nausea pills for my dear old friend

whose pancreas is failing

and father, this is foreign to you

you pretend it is a crime

silence is the only thing connecting us now

 

I hope you enjoyed your last barrage of unkind words

I think you did. The saddest thing I've learned about people like you

is

you feel better after such an attack, to see me reeling, bleeding on the ground

and you feel better, calmer and purged.

A kind of misbegotten peace settles over you

an exploitive peace from another's tears and pain

 

And yes, father, there were no agencies to give a voice to children

when you were young

no CPS, to aid my nine year old ***** friend

as a code of silence enveloped her attacker

to protect him, the one who destroyed her

 

But today there is a small brigade of a modern kind of love

to give a voice, protection, soothing to the ones who can

only suffer at our hands and not protect themselves from

our wrath and exploitation

 

and it is a better world for that, father

for my furry pancreatic friend and for any other

nine year old **** victims here

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Mar 24, 2013
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