Who will speak for God about predation?
In the slaughter-house the wild-eyed cattle groan.
On the grill our red, raw burgers get done.
Agony of eating. It goes to the very bone.
How does the God of love permit predation?
This is the devil's question. The hungry blackbird
pecks at the broken egg. The fawn is crushed
in the leopard's jaw. How can sweet Jesus be heard
above the screams of the one in the raptor's clutch?
How does the God of love permit predation?