Letter to a chicken (go back »)

Dear chicken,

I’m sorry that you had to be killed,

For the chicken burger I had today,

It’s a shame your pain was traded,

For my joy.

But the way that mayonnaise mixed,

With the way that lettuce crunched,

With the way those buns sank in my mouth,

With the way your tasty, warm, succulent, juicy,

Meat rolled off my tongue,

And down my throat,

Into my stomach,

Doesn’t make me as sorry.

But believe me, when I say I’m sorry,

For not being as sorry,

As I could be.

Sincerely yours,

Me.

In Poetry