The Vegetarian

I see the slaughtered flesh of animals Neatly packaged on refrigerated grocery shelves And as I walk by I remember That I am infected with lowly bacteria A sinus infection Which my body feverishly murders Man cannot live by salt alone I look about my garden Even the trees compete for sunlight My paradise on earth has dissolved But it hasn't changed at all It was always this way We consume, we are consumed The world is a carcass. Inversive Universe (watercolor)

Corpse: The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil (watercolor)

 

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