The Chicken Witness of Chik-fil-a
A former assignment
The cow betrays me
on a porcelain white platter
it serves my kin
sandwiched between bread
our scrambled babies,
served with their deep-fried flesh
they deny their involvement-
they who walk around with the sign
‘Eat mor chikin’
Sons of heifers!
They think just cos we’re birds,
that we’ve got feathers for brains!
that we don’t know, we won’t know,
that they’re saving themselves!
That they're throwing us under the knife
to preserve their numbers!
Our kin have been slaughtered left and right-
Don’t think we’ll take this lying down cows!
We’ve got your number,
we know where you live!
We’ll see you outside of the farmhouse,
We’ll be right at your door!
You won’t be able to tell the difference between the sky and the floor!
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*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler5 days ago in Interview
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