A Modest Proposal Part II

They clear-cut the forest you were born in

Two toddlers emerge from grass with fogged over eyes, crawl on all fours, bend and contort on muddy ground.

Captured with surgery-bait that bit their tongues.

Kept in cages for hours at a time, gnashing at steel until bloodied.

‘We could use them for food or we could release them on another property.’

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