Heavy Heart

He threw down his stone-tipped spear
And cried out to the noon-sun
"I shall hurt no creature"
And he threw away his carving knife
of chipped obsidian
"I shall live clean, beholden to no suffering
No cow shall lose milk
Nor bee lose a drop of honey
I will no longer break my hunger
Across the backs of innocent beasts!
Though my children wither and starve
I sleep with a happy heart!"