As a Man

The thundering of booms,
Across in the woods,
Is the destruction of life,
Functioning as it should.

Naturally selected
For a dominating position,
Grab a rifle and horns
To continue the institution.

Fight through all
the maggots and flies
In order to save
the construct of lies.

The meat in the middle
bleeds the very best
It tastes so tender,
And had it a choice
It would have bowed to surrender.