Eat Less Meat
When the sun shines
and the wind is just this side of cool,
it is a good time to get out the Browning.
25 new chances to bust clay pigeons.
Step on stand.
Break the over under.
Load 2 shells.
Push stock under cheekbone.
Line up shot.
Judge lead distance.
Pull!
My right to obliterate a clay pigeon
into a mist of orange dust remains.
I practice so I can catch a doomsday meal.
The tradition of wild game is to fly, run, escape.
Dead meat under plastic is a coward’s dinner.
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Amen, sister. Don’t eat anything you couldn’t kill and don’t kill anything you’re not gonna eat.
As a vegan who likes to shoot trap, you may not want someone so confused to say they like your poem!
Some would argue that it would be more sporting without the Browning. We would probably all be vegan. There is room in my life for disagreement and dissent! Party on, Steve.
last line is a KILLER!
What a great body of work you produced this month(in breath & scope)
Love that last line!
Great to meet you, and your work!