A Vegetarian In Smithfield

Smoke rises, air hums
To the pounding of hammers
Brutal they sound
Those damned war drums

Faces stare, naked snarls and hate
As I walk, curious and wary
Falling and Scared
From gate to hideous gate

The cobbles assault my feet
And I stumble, the fiends alert
To my presence
In this black and blasted street

Animals are hurried past
Vivacious and excited they run
Into oblivion
Of crushing wrenches and claws that grasp

Blind eyes, still hearts
Trophies of fallen times
Martyred Organs
Lie scattered and torn apart

Bloody aprons, shredded meat
Ensnare my brittle mind
Choking and killing it
In the unnatural, unholy heat

Where I now stand
Once all was clear and bright
I would walk on soft earth
And through clear water i would run my hand

But then a house was erected
And the bloody men did dwell
In a tower
On the land they had selected

And the grass did grow
And the vines did climb
The house fell
The bloody men were overthrown

Then in rushed the stone
Waves and barrages of metal
A grim campaign
And the green was deposed from its throne

So now the tiniest seed
From the tiniest hole
is burned up
for defying bloody man's creed.