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“Each
spring, the Canadian government authorizes fishermen to club or shoot to death
hundreds of thousands of baby seals for their fur,” writes the Humane Society
of the United States. This is a reference to the fact that the vast majority of
harp seals killed are between one and 3.5 months old. However, some context
might be in order. "Those rotisserie chickens at the grocery store were likely
alive for only 40 days. The average pack of bacon comes from a pig that was
only on earth for four months." - National Post, April 2018
I’m so glad I have
been a pescatarian or some years now, almost vegan since being diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2014. (Why 'almost'? I haven't yet been able to give up fish completely.)
This poem is a villanelle.
AGENDA FOR A CULL or WITNESSES FOR THE PROSECUTION
Seal pups dying,
a culling to complete;
ice caps crying
Bargains wing
around the tourist beat;
seal pups dying
Come spring
craving summer’s heat,
ice caps crying
The done thing
to hit alt-control-delete;
seal pups dying
Words but piling
coals on the global heat;
ice caps crying
G8 (still) trying
to make ends meet;
Seal pups dying,
ice caps crying...
Copyright R. N. Taber
2007. 2018
[Note: An earlier version this poem first appears in Accomplices
To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]
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