i dont call this living.

by Nouvelle Bardot

perhaps…
perhaps there is a chance
for life
penned up here-
in this cage

like the ones
you use for
breeding domesticated
animals-
for eating.

but then,
what are we but
small, meek
creatures
whose separation-
whose misery

fills your stomach,
feeds your desire
for more
disgusting
foul actions
and constant promises

that it will be over
soon.

one day.
we will return.
somehow,
we will return.

there is a chance
for life.

Comments

  1. i dont call this living.

    Nouvelle Bardot's Buddy Icon Nouvelle Bardot

    Posted about 1 month ago

    i rambled this off backstage tonight at the performance of “I Never Saw Another Butterfly” at my university.

  2. i dont call this living.

    flute faerie's Buddy Icon flute faerie

    Posted about 1 month ago

    It’s cool, and it has a nice flow to it.

  3. i dont call this living.

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted about 1 month ago

    Very dark but with a glimmer of hope. Could be lots of things, I suppose, like it should be with poetry.
    LoA

  4. i dont call this living.

    Mistress Elsha Hawk's Buddy Icon Mistress Elsha Hawk

    Posted about 1 month ago

    fowl actions? fills your stomach?

    reminds me of pens for chickens who cock fight, but I don’t think that’s what you had in mind…. although some farms keep animals like this, veal, for instance.

    I’m not a vegetarian, so I try not to think about these things :)

    LoA

  5. i dont call this living.

    Tad Winslow's Buddy Icon Tad Winslow

    Posted 24 days ago

    Interesting perspective to look upon food from animals as filling up on their misery. Nice use of language here, I also enjoyed the flow, and I also agree with Mistress Elsha Hawk—I’d change fowl to foul. I get why you spelled it like that, it matches the theme of animals we make food of. Still I’d rework that small detail.

  6. i dont call this living.

    Nouvelle Bardot's Buddy Icon Nouvelle Bardot

    Posted 23 days ago

    actually, its about the holocaust…

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