Peter Aladjem is a semi-retired teacher of ESL and literacy who lives in the Boston area. He is also a writer and a number of his poems have been printed in Boston's Spare Change, a community newspaper by and for homeless people. "Writing was always a specialty of mine--for all age groups," he says.
Writing is one of his favorite ways of contributing to the world around him. He has been a vegetarian for approximately eight years.
" I'm for peace and justice and have spent a life time working against our wars in Central America and now in the Middle East. I supported the farm workers union as a young man. I'm a feminist and for equality among all," he says.
Aladjem loves to dance, write, take walks, read, and see friends and family.
A Food Chain is a Food Chain is a Food Chain
What Goes Around, Comes Around
by Peter Aladjem
"Sir," said Plithtard with as much diplomacy as possible. "They're really upset."
"Who?" Trog asked, "Zeltonians from Zelton 5?"
"No," corrected Plithtard. "The humans. They're really, really upset."
"They're really, really upset are they?" mimicked Trog. "I suppose they are complaining about being eaten. I suppose they are organizing delegations and passing resolutions and convening their national and international bodies to object. I suppose they are trying to muster their puny armies and their pathetic nuclear arsenals. Mr. Plithtard, I am growing quite tired of your equivocations. They are just humans, Plithtard. They are a part of our food chain just as sure as a jumping fish is a part of theirs."
"But Sir, their request to have just five years of time to live out their lives is "
"Plithtard!" Trog interrupted. They're just humans, right? And we eat humans, right? It's just the natural order of things in the whole galaxy. If it wasn't, then why did the Great Creator endow us with these here harvesters?"
"But, Sir, they do have some feelings."
"Plithtard!" shouted Trog. "Feelings, shmeelings. A food chain is a food chain is a food chain. Now, if we don't harvest the entire planet by 1800 hours, I'll be in big trouble with Zelton 5. Capiche? Now, get to it. Right away. That's an order!"
"Right, Sir." Plithtard conceded and withdrew to carry out his obviously unpleasant responsibilities.
Meanwhile, way off in space, even further than the Zeltonian ship, was a massive space cruiser from Nircon. The captain of the Nircon ship smiled when he located the Zeltonian ship in his viewfinder.
"Bingo!" he cried to himself. "A Zeltonian ship! I just love those Zeltonians. They are so tasty."