Chicken Dinner
She placed it flat on an old tree stump
after wringing its neck.
Limp, it flopped around like a
beached trout. Whack! Grandma’s
ax chopped the young rooster’s head.
clean off .“They don’t feel
nothing,” she said. Still twitching
she dropped the thing in a boiling pot
of water as I ran into to the farmhouse
bawling like a baby. Got no sympathy
from granddad who told me not to worry,
dinner will be ready pretty soon. Besides
“They don‘t feel nothing.”
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