(To a vegetarian, pacifist, mystic)
Bug eating bush, bird eating bug, beast eating bird
Have turned Bill’s belly from beef to chervil and curd;
Chumping chard and chicle and chutney and cheddar and chive,
He bolts his rebuke to the blood that keeps us alive.
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