i am no longer separate from you,
because i do not eat you anymore.
let's face it:
to myself and to you.
i thought you couldn't know joy like me
and so i took from you the first
and so i dealt to you the worst
of the rest.
i am no longer separate from you
and i never was.
the illusion that we are not all connected
that what i do does not change what you feel
that every breath i take
does not breathe the air you breathe out
was necessary to my comfort
because i ate you.
i paid for you to die
i paid to eat your flesh
i paid to wear your skin, your fur
i paid for your mother's milk
i paid for the death of your child
i paid to have you housed in a cage
and tested with the things i bought.
how could i ever have done this
if i had known we were one?
now your grief is my grief.
my poor, bleeding one
my violated one
my dismembered one
my caged one
my enslaved one
i weep with you in fear
i weep for you in love
in deepest regret
and in gratitude
that we have been reunited.
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