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

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

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

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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.

actually, its about the holocaust…