MANDATE
we combed
the galaxy
looking for protein
searching for
wonderful, strange, intelligent,
civilized moral beings
scoured the cosmos
every chink
and crevice
beings that
as is
our mandate
we might colonize
eat
and kill
OMELETTE
“you egg!”
Macbeth,
Act 4, Scene2
make for
bizarre bedfellows
lead to
crazy places
they definitely do
Darwin
to the jackboot
merry old Malthus
to the electric fence
dingy ripped
and ravaged
upon the ocean
propaganda as truth
set up in best
civllized dress
but slice and dice
whichever way you cut it
there is just too much egg;
today too many eggs
which are
not to preferred taste
being of the wrong shape
and size and
State-approved colour
hence the forever
Napoleonic solution
of
military omelette
poems 2 die for