I saw a bull race.
No guilt on anyone’s face.
They were enjoying it.
A man got hit —
For a moment they felt like ****.

But red scarfs
Still hang all around town.
The fiesta isn’t over.

The man was loaded
Into an ambulance.
The bulls were, violently,
Forced back
Into their cages.

A little boy cried.
His older brother,
Gave him a hug.

And I just —
Stood there.
I didn’t feel bad for the man.
But the mishandled animals —
How could I have?

Watched them?
Eaten them?
That makes me just as bad.

Doesn’t it?