Death of a carrot

Death of a carrot!

Aargh! I screamed
When pulled unceremoniously from my bed,
My roots torn from the life-giving soil,
All my imperfections revealed,
The unbearable pain
Of having my limbs ripped asunder,
My children torn from my breast!
Oh humans, when will you learn
That we feel pain just like you?
Alas, and alack, . . . I’m done for. . .!

Bill Edmunds
May 2023
Death of a carrot