Feeder
| When the crush comes, don’t struggle. Don’t |
| get a limb caught wrong and broke backward or |
| an eye torn open by torque. No sense or hope |
| in scurry, scrabbling at invisible walls. Just lie |
| straight, between the ponderously grinding |
| coils, and be thankful for what was given to you: |
| a box for living, |
| processed nutrition, |
| and most important a purpose, Something |
| for which your whole life was intended. |
| More than most vermin get. |
Copyright 2005, Samuel Minier