Carnivore Coda (Song for guitar 5)
Thursday, March 21, 2019
The curse was scratched upon a wall
In a cave hid from the light
It said, “Beware millennia
Of glut and then of blight…”
But we just laughed at the prophecy
In our Paradise delight
On the final day of the thousandth year
A strange old madness showed
We cut the throat of a suckling calf
And we watched its final throes
Indifferent to its reckoning
And its mother’s howls of woe
“They cannot think, they feel no pain,”
We chanted blind with blood,
“Let’s rear them for our pleasure
To be our staple food.”
We turned all land to grazing
Convinced that meat was good
Blinkered to the land’s decay
And the rivers running dry
We sucked the life from Paradise
With countless sheds and sties
So when the new millennium dawned
There was no Paradise
We added to the land’s decay
With mass insecticides
And nitro-phosphates by the ton
Sprayed down from the skies
So in our new millennium
There was no Paradise
A scorched earth, a barren land
A leafless tree of life
A bird-less sky and empty seas
And silent silent nights
Thus began our living death
Our thousand years of blight