Monday, 17 February 2014


Death by bolt-gun, not to poison the meat,
then an educational dissection
and butchering in front of the children
before feeding the lions. Ethical,
like all words, stands many definitions.
The lions are hungry. Where do you think,
if you’ve ever thought, all their meat comes from?

Here, on our death tables, drugs are fine, as
we toss the corpses, and our hunger is

for something different entirely.

©Tim McLafferty

Tim McLafferty lives in NYC and is the poetry editor at Forge Journal. His poems have appeared in Assisi, Barrow Street, Painted Bride Quarterly, PearlPortland Review and elsewhere.