EAST OF EDEN
The killing machine kills more animals a day
than ipso facto, we in a year’s killing fields.
God made in our image, the anonymous
through with confections washed up on
Our coast of humanity, which windows
onto a Zoo
life thrives on deception. A moral mind
An infallible judgement, where everyone
every tomb unearthed, then resealed
Animal, human remains heaped in fields
dumps, where even the horizon’s clouds
Are vapid incineration, a house of cards
into one another, into the pit that blots us out.
From World at Large Part 2
Copyright © 2015. Robin Ouzman Hislop
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Robin is editor of on line poetry journal Poetry Life and Times at www.artvilla.com/plt. He edits both Facebook Pages PoetryLifeTimes and Artvilla.com as extensions of the Artvilla site, which he also edits.