Hate. Options

[*I Shot JFK*]

Hating everything
Stopped to see the flower, and it's beautiful
All the little pieces together
= Nothing
But apart
One at a time
We can digest
Suck the calories from the world
And grow fat, lazy, and solid
While we sit and learn to love
The hate
Which, drawn from the flowers
(Which themselves are beautiful)
Comprise the daily grind
Of three meals a day
Round the dinner table
(Can one person sit 'round' a table?)
Chopped flowers
On a finely chopped base
Of equally beautiful small children
Who, failing to eat their hate
Have yet to pull up a chair.