Vegan Dreams Become Real
He swallowed other people’s dreams and tried
To make them his. They made it down his throat,
Right past his Adam’s apple. They were wide
Inside him but too like a swelling bloat.
These swelled like parts of men that conquer holes,
Holes darker than a larynx lacking speech.
He knew such voiceless, fleshy dreams had goals
And fright made self reject them and their screech,
Their silent screech because he knew in fact
That they were what he wanted to deploy
Himself in caverns hidden, to enact
Their thrusting. He gave up his former coy
Uncertainty and grasped out, manly, in
An undreamed way for utter, meaty sin.
~ Phillip Whidden