i.
I was quite moved
by the strikes she struck
by the balls she hit
by the bat she gripped
the butt of
were we dancing,
was it base ball
or were we
having sex
ii.
cock gripped by the neck
flutters, clucks, claws
until its head is cut off
when it is done,
a mission accomplished
it flutters, flaps its wings
what's left of its neck
is a bloody mess
its bloody feathers
to pick all of, to pick all off
must dip its body in hot water
make feathers soft enough
easy enough to pluck, to pull out
hand full at a time
until it’s naked
down to its skin
is it a sin to kill a chicken
should I be too chicken
to kill a chicken
when the time came
daddy killed sheep
a knife across a throat
blood would spout
sheep, even then
would not open its mouth
because goats
could not be counted on
to keep quiet, to be as still
these we took
to the abattoir,
to the slaughter house
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
12:35 p.m. 26.01.10
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