If I enter a home where meat is served,my heart is seized with sadness when Irealize that once living creaturesnow lie silently frozenin a coffin of ice. Frigid carcasses, cruelly denied thecourtesy of cremation, await to fill newburial grounds in the warmth ofhuman stomachs. And when I smell the odorof animals' blood and baking flesh,which permeates the granules of every brickof every wall, I feel the stain of deathupon that house, and knowit cannot be a place whereI will rest. Author Unknown |