renewed vow to vegetarianism

biting into the red juices
spilling from in between
the pitas,
and speaking
in between
the loud noise
of his chews,
he slobbered:

you know,
i just don't want to know where
this slab of meat
comes from.
ignorance is bliss.

my unblinking eyes
glared
as images
of his whited out world,
full of nameless slabs of meat
(including the cannibal kind
just over the fence)
being ground
by his ruthless
growls
and sharp
teeth
as the invisible juices
spill down his
coated red palms.

bliss.

DLS