After the Olympic tragedy in Seoul
where a number of white doves got burnt alive
in the holy flames of the Olympic spirit,
no one in my family ever wanted to be
a part of the audience to watch.
And so we didn’t see much of the games
until our fellow countrymen
became speed skating heroes this Winter
which made us temporarily patriotic
watching several ceremonies
while eating take away
roasted chicken for convenience.
In defense I can say
that the chickens were already dead
at the moment of the purchase.
But maybe the lives of the white doves
had been better than those of the chickens
ever were, in the silent pain
that is bio-industry.