The Elephant On The Plate

This poem was originally posted in Issue 1 of the wECOexist zine.


The secret wars lay next to yours
As fathers duly suffered to daughters’ abhor
To act like once means nevermore

although you’ve stolen lives on stolen shores;
The next step rests in a petition to the bored.
Is this apathetic culture something deep, from something more?

To pretend a thing like anzac closed the door
on this gory chapter in the story of patriarchal lore

Well, sorry grandad, but I saw.

The ripples from before, a conquest, washed up into mud
and how my customers pay to consume more blood

Like there’s ‘humane suffering’, deluded human stomach
exuding the truth of food through your chronic ill heart

I allude to my nephew’s path

Where you ask him to part with his sanity

so he can join the men who harden up to keep inseminating

various female bodies on their way to our plate.

Three wages to compensate.

What you buy, what you say and what you play with
seem to exist within a basic debate, mate.

I doubt I’m doing any better,
ignorance could last forever in this infinite space. 
I remember my place.

But when you make the connection;
follow as your choices cause oppression, opposite reactions,
subtle, resonating motions…

That how you choose to spend will extend into the oceans, then
I guess we’ll collaborate on our effect, my creative friend.
Let’s make some effort together and discover our underlying strength.

Could we design a rewrite on route to our impending extinction?

Pay observant attention to the waves that we’re sending?

Doesn’t this narrative need some mending? (once men have said enough)

Let’s all sync up to dream a new ending.

Or will we keep pretending we don’t benefit from empathy,

Our dormant energy,

The power of sexual femininity..?

I could never speak for you,

But stop and listen: to Papatūānuku spinning in her sorry state.

Every day I’m more awake,

so no wonder I choose to refrain.

Ask me! why I refuse to cause more pain.

No matter how hard, nor how ingrained our stomachs are,

I am open to my heart — so I am not afraid.

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