Poem by Marc Aupiais
A woman drowns puppies, in a stream in the light
Disturbed they call her,
Stop your death threats:
Puppies often drowns,
Tradition of the runt,
Yet she threw the little of puppies,
Like little into the bottom of the river's dear death bed.
Puppy after puppy,
Like a ball over the tennis net.
Perhaps in mimicry, of the cat trashing lady.
And now there's a campaign,
Find and ID her,
Puppy littering mind,
Prosecution certainly,
Animals are right.
Yet many of these support abortion,
The taking of human life.
What's so wrong with drowning puppies,
Common an occurrence:
What is wrong,
Is treating them as not life,
As not dignified animals,
Worthy of life,
Yet had she drowned them in the dead of night,
Just as dead,
But no uproar,
Uproar oft only comes of visual,
Of direct sight!
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