Week 1

“Food Chain”

Rev. Lynn Ungar


Give up pretending. 

Everything, you know,

everything, sooner or later

gets eaten.  Little fish,

big fish, no difference—

the world’s mouth

is on you.  Outside the personal,

it even has a certain glory.


When the mouse, in its last

short dash to the grain,

feels the great rush of wings,

in the flash before

the crushing beak descends,

it is finally, luminously, airborne.


In the broad, voiceless,

hours of the night

you have always known

the red beak of

your consummation

awaits you.  The choice,

very simply, is this: 

What will you give

your own beloved

bones and blood to feed?