A Predatory Planet

My brother was a serial killer. He had no misgivings about it.
He said we’re living in a predatory planet. I’m an iconic symbol of it.
He told me I was an accessory to the planetary slaughters
With all the fish, animals and plant life I devoured every day.

He killed over twenty innocent, young women before I found out
And turned him into the authorities. Who ended him forever.
They fried him in the electric chair. They sizzled his infamy away.
I had no sorrow about his death. I’d disowned that monster long ago.

Bob Boyd