This eating animals is what we do
Because that’s always what we have been fed
Right off the bone or in a savory stew,
Not thinking of the life that now is dead.
I write this with my dog tucked by my side
Who is as much a carnivore as I,
But moral strictures cannot be applied
To her who thinks just when and how, not why.
If animals are destined to be food,
We humans at the least must be humane
In attitude and practices pursued
By minimizing anguish, fear and pain.
And yet, there’s something in me seems to wilt
Considering all of this. The cause is guilt.