No thought for a living soul at all
surgeons gloves
how this does gall
the sentient soul
where it is clear
the earthling rises up in fear
its nerve ends taut its heart a fire
sliced through and on a plate
deny
this cruelty this fresh approach
to torture beyond all hope to broach
the subject here in pitilessness
the octopus received such stress
can we imagine its agony
can we begin to even see
how to react to this thoughtless chef
who must be blind and clearly deaf
to its many cries
as it felt its end
being cut to ribbons
its thoughts did send
to Neptune god its god where in
some indignation could begin
to affect this slob thids stricken sod
who clearly has no faith nor god
who can kill and maim and decorate
bits of dead body on each plate
body that he has killed and sliced
decorated chopped and diced
the octopus is of course no more
but his soul swims by another shore
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.