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Someone opens an orange in silence
but in the graceful folding back of skin is violence.
So says the little man who teaches the philosophy
of eating flesh in the school downtown. We are not free
he murmurs, to tear a stem from its roots
a seed from its fruit.
And if we do it anyhow,
choosing to kill the living plant over the living cow,
it’s nothing to be proud of. No, he suffers, murderous and cold.
But we are seventeen years old
and his mustache is funny.
The day is exploding, green and wild and sunny,
it’s noon and we are very hungry.
Reesa Grushka's work has appeared in the American Poetry Review, Gulf Coast, Five Points, Missouri Review, and The Best American Travel Writing 2007. She lives in Jerusalem.