The pig is slaughtered. It is fat. Every wobble and wrinkle, ugly.
So.
Who cares really?
The cow and the sheep and the horse and the dog watch and the cow knows. It will never be slaughtered. Because it is too valuable to be meat. It is confident and certain that a simple pig that snorts and slops is made for the chopping block. The cow, on the other hand, supplies priceless milk. Delicious white gold.
Alas, the cow is slaughtered. It is a shame. Why milk is practically wonderful.
But.
So?
The sheep and the horse and the dog watch and the sheep knows. It will never be slaughtered. Because it is too valuable to be meat. Surely a simple cow that gnaws and spits is made for the chopping block. The sheep, on the other hand, grows incredible wool. Abundant and warm and endlessly useful.
Ah, the sheep is slaughtered. Why? Warp and weft have such need for spools and spools.
Nobody cares.
The horse and the dog watch and the horse knows. It will never be slaughtered. Because it is too valuable to be meat. It goes without saying that a simple sheep that prances and bleats is made for the chopping block. The horse, on the other hand, bears every charge like precious burdens who nudge small sweet apples at its hairy muzzle with genuine affection.
Oh, the horse is slaughtered. Is no animal kind to be spared the abattoir?
So what, anyhow.
The dog watches and the dog knows. It will never be slaughtered. Because it is too valuable to be meat. Of course a simple horse that plods and clops is made for the chopping block. The dog, on the other hand, bids its master's heed and heel with obedience and joy. Richly rewarded with hearty pats of satisfaction, a putative member of the family.
Now, the dog is slaughtered. Because the meaning of dominion is man or meat.
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Oh, that's ridiculous, you say.
We are not pigs not cows not sheep not horses not dogs and we know. We will never be slaughtered. Because we are too valuable to be meat. While a simple animal bred and penned is fearfully made to be butchered, we human kind are more.
Though we snort and slop
and gnaw and spit
and prance and bleat
and plod and clop
and whine and howl like beasts fell and lawless.
*
Still, some people consume and consume and consume until their bodies are discarded to dwell where the fortunate who preside over pitiless harvests, laze and graze.
And some people are squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until their bodies are discarded to dwell where hustle wrings the living hollow.
And some people grow and produce and cultivate until their bodies are discarded to dwell where founders driven by yawning avarice, fleece the cutthroat.
And some people bear insufferable burdens until their bodies are discarded to dwell where reins lay cradled in unyielding iron fists.
And some people follow as they're lead and do as they're commanded until their bodies are discarded to dwell where totalities rule as divinities.
Because the meaning of man or meat is dominate or die.
*
No, that's not true, you say.
We are not people who exploit. Or people who are exploited. Because we are too sacred to be used and sacrificed. Of course meek kind of people are not us. Marvelously made for the yoke, they are bred and penned and then they are butchered.
We more kind watch and know better. Too powerful, too vicious, too miraculous to be simply animals, we are dominators, too savage to be sacred detritus.
*
Wind and water say nothing at all.
They whistle and whip and roll and drip until where once mountains pierced the sky like jagged swords poised for war, there scatter just grains of sand, feeble and small.
Sun and moon watch and know.
Where once flesh stretched over bones crackling with kinetic purpose, fruitless flecks of dust meek and mute, litter there.
Note
that "the meaning of dominion..." is a reference to 'dominionism'; (a) an apologetic doctrine of domination (b) that feigns pious obedience to a so-called 'sacred mandate' (c) sacralizing the nullification of the will of a plural people.
See also Sanctimony Masks (June 1, 2024)
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