THE SOULS OF MEAT & THE ETERNAL ANGUISH OF WORMS

the souls
of sows
and beefy cows
fill heaven's
grassy plains
and souls of
chickens
roam
to scratch
the earth
of god's
domain

so souls of
worms
can find no peace,
the souls
of bugs as well --
what's heaven
for those chickens
then,
for worms
and bugs,
is hell

and worms
and bugs,
they know
the wrath
of chicken's
mighty beak
and think
their sins
have
caused
their woe
and after
mercy
seek

so souls of
worms
and bugs,
they tithe
and make
good
haste
to pray
but chickens'
souls are
hungry
and
don't
hear a word
they say