The lonely Vegetable
Location
The bitter cold tickles my delicately frosted leaves,
chilling me to the very core of my being.
I am lost, forgetten,
destined to reside in this neverending and unforgiving winter.
Scarcely are we freshly used
to plant seeds of life and creativity
into the future.
What is it that is scratched onto the dirty lunchroom boards?
Reheated, and questionable flesh-
an innocent life taken too quickly,
and tossed together with dry day-old potatoes,
and a side of week old slimy cups of my elders.
But nowhere do we see,
a healtheir option like tofu,
or, us, fresh vegetables with our close friend hummus
whom is chock full of energy.
And nowhere do we see,
an alternative line
for those who choose to respect those
who also riside on this planet alongside us.
And nowhere do we see,
options for the rash prone students,
who at the sight of a peanut or grain of wheat
swell up like a balloon.
What about the rights of the living? Let us be free!
Free us from these chilling shackles
and allow us to carry out our destined duty:
keep all the beautiful living creatures
alive and healthy
so I may be rid
of this frosty emptiness
that consumes me.