I would have
A small breakfast
Of your future hopes.
Let me eat your babies
Shaken from their stalks,
Ground fine to make my morning toast.
You others,
Having raised you as my children
So you trusted me,
Loved me for the food and care
And shelter I have given you
From babyhood.
You
I will kill
Without thought and rancor,
One by one
For bacon, chops and steaks
To eat my fill.
I am no ogre,
Merely human.
Thoughtless as an avalanche,
And hungry.