MY NOBLE ACT
I just signed a petition
To ban cock-fighting in Missouri
Bear-rasslin' and bull-baiting too!
I felt as good
As a hypocritical
Chicken-eater can feel,
Till I remembered an interview
A month ago on the radio
With a man from rural Missouri.
Cock-fighting is
His whole way of life.
He breeds cocks,
Raises 'em from hatchlings,
Takes pride in 'em:
"I loves mah birds," he says.
I signed a petition
To ruin this fellow's life!
A compassionate person
Has to be able
To put himself in the place
Of someone whose lifestyle's
Embattled or becoming history,
Say a tobacco farmer
Or a typewriter manufacturer.
You have to be able to ask,
What if my own life
Became the object of people's petitions?
Could I live without my coffee?
And what about
My poetry and art?
Are poems my cocks?
I raise 'em,
Send 'em out
To fight for recognition.
"I loves mah poems," I say.
Is the world, finally,
Just a cock-pit
From which God
Snatches comforts,
One by one?