Thought I'd gone okay really -
Green fields
Sunny aspects
Lazy tree on alternate afternoons
A good position in the herd
Birthed quite a few of my kind
Before joining the crew
On the trucks to the Other Side
An honest success
In a Darwinian sense
But even in death
The game plagues me
Am I round enough?
Tender enough?
Juicy?
Are my stripes the
Gourmet, flame-grilled
Authentic, mouth-watering shade enough
To entice
And not to appal
The mouths of the hands that fed me?
© Brendan Bonsack
April 2013