My toes become icicles
and break off, one by one
followed by my feet
and the rest of my body
piece by piece
bit at a time
I slowly become a pile on the floor
Why, then, am I not packaged up
like a supermarket special
why am I mourned
while the deaths of so many
are rejoice with feast
rejoiced with flesh
--Tim Wilfong is 16 and lives in Denver, Colorado, where he attends the Denver
School of the Arts as a double major in Vocal Music and Creative Writing.
After high school, he wishes to go on to a conservatory to study classical
voice but also wishes to attain a double degree in either French or Creative
Writing before joining the Peace Corps. Throughout his life, he wishes to
always be involved in advocacy for animal rights and equality for all people
regardless of income, gender, sexual orientation or gender identity,
ethnicity, or religion. He has been a vegetarian on and off for years, but
hasn't eaten meat since the fall of 2003 for most all the reasons one could
imagine (health, ethics, environment, etcetera).
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