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Dumb Luck - May 17, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 16
  • 1 min read

imagine a tall carrot in an apron

leaning over the grill, barbequing

leg of human for a summer bash

with their vegetable neighbors

 

or a fat old duck, stirring our

boiling bones before adding

eyeballs, ears and fingers for

a comforting winter soup

 

evolution turned out pretty good

for us, didn’t it, with every other

creature a fixture on our menus

 

lucky we weren’t born in barns

to be slaughtered or planted

then sliced and devoured

 

that lobster’s cry in the boiling water

could be yours and those organs

removed could be mine, ready

to be seasoned sausage

 

hey, I’m guessing that a good gumbo

is a good gumbo no matter who makes it

and as long as we taste like chicken

 

it should be out of this world

 
 
 

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