I Am the Turkey.

A Poem by Sav

I am the turkey you hunt in the woods.
A helpless bird,
too fat to fly.
Shot down by those who don’t care of the feelings I possess,
too weak to run.
You drag me off,
as I grab for life,
and you’re ready to end me completely.

I am the turkey on your table.
Torn up, carved up, ready to eat.
You’ve ripped out everything that made me,
and you have created your meal.
Picked me apart,
ripped me in half,
stolen my life:
yet another victim that means nothing to you.

I am the turkey bones lying in your garbage.
There’s nothing left of me.
You’ve ruined me,
slaughtered me:
your words like knives.
If you knew the damage you do,
you wouldn’t treat me as if I’m nothing.
You would treat me like a person,
rather than your dinner.