Poem #2

 Eating Franny

Toasty hot roast

Soy sauce

Rice vinegar

Celtic sea salt

She lived with us

For about two years

Whispy white hair

Ornery and stubborn

Dangerous curled horns

Not a tooth in her face.

She got in a fight

With Snowflake once

And nearly died.

Mom packed salve into

The jagged wound in her chest

And Franny pulled through

Out of sheer toughness.

She was a durable goat.

After the injury,

Franny was friendlier to humans.

She would lick your hands

Like a puppy.

Yesterday

Our Jewish neighbor came

With a sheetrock knife

He held Franny down and

Cut

Off

Her

Head

The Kosher way.

I eat

Deer

Cow

Chicken

Sometimes pork

So why is it so hard

Fork to mouth

Chew thoroughly

Swallow

How can she be gone

When it feels like

She is trying to climb

Up my throat?

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