How Meet the Meat (poem) by Keith Rowley on AuthorsDen

How Meet the Meat
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Slaughtered animals, butchered humans. The slaughterhouses and the the theaters of war. Both driven by humanity's psychosis. In many ways, the slaughter of war reflects our attitude to our fellow creatures. So meet our platitudes, so meek our social compliance..
How Meet* the Meat! How meek the meat that walks to slaughter How meek the meat that walks to war Its sacrifice is writ’ on water Its blood a shroud o'er evermore How meet the meek who send their lambs To fight and die for bloodied rag Like cattle march our sons and daughters How meet the meek adore the flag How meek the meat that walks to bleed In savage factories of death Carved and bled by man's machines Cold steel shuts off its final breath How meek the meat that walks to war How meet the cavalcade of death How meet the meat that walks to slaughter How sad the soldiers' final breath How Meet the Meek! *Fit and proper (archaic).

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on December 6, 2008

Playing with words helps us. It helps us who read, as we follow sounds and alliterations, rhythm, flow... It helps us who write, so that we can convey things that are otherwise so difficult to say. I'm thinking of this, because I can see (hear, feel) the way you played and had fun (like child) with this poem, knowing that the message is one that denounces a society based on slaughter.

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on December 2, 2008

It comes full circle your poem, from slaughter houses of beasts, to those of humans, and the participants therein, and the conscience of the individual. Blood for food ,or for a rag, doesn't matter which one, holds the same gruesome conclusion, yet neither has engendered too much soul searching of their mind construct to justify either. A great poem to tweak, and stir thought about that subject . Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Charles Keller

Powerful poem, Keith. Another work that causes the reader to think. Good job.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Keith,
You do not disappoint with this poem. A novel by Robin Cook changed my view of what we do to cattle. I didn't eat meat for months afterward! Weak stomach. As is, I never eat meat off a bone - haven't since I was forced to as a kid, over twenty years ago. It disgusts me. It seems so barbaric, like cannabalism. Anyways, your poem has renewed my view of war. I've always had great respect for soldiers. However, I know those in charge see them as numbers only. Cattle.... Sad. You make a valid, realistic point. Unique write. Love and Hugs,
Sheila