pass me the butter

like most people
you'd have
a hard time killing
a chicken
or a cow,
or even a fat
pink pig
for dinner,
but for some reason,
pulling a fish
out of the river
and cutting his
head off
then slicing him
open while
he still flops
in your hand
seems perfectly
fine. same
goes for a crab
or a lobster.
you have no sadness
in dropping
them into a boiling
cauldron,
waiting a few
minutes, then
stripping them of
their shells.
there is
no remorse or regret
as you dip
the meat into
butter.