The lion stalks the plains in search of prey
The grass within sight is chewed by a ewe.
While both are trying to extend their days
The last has time to partake of the view.
Her joy’s cut short by sudden pain unfelt.
Her carcass dragged into the jungle shade.
Days pass, a vulture, the lamb having smelled
Finishes the meal feeling amply paid
For having roamed the skies for hours and days.
The man sits at his dinner table, grease
Dripping on his tablecloth made of fleece.
A smile of shiny pleasure him arrays.
The worm chews hungrily (ah! Life!) upon
Some hapless, aged vulture’s ivory bones.
— Circa 1972