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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 3 Pay attention! Important chicken poetry coming up, though no binary fantasies shall deconstruct into raucous biddy enjambment. 4 Grandfatber always kicked Grandmother's chickens away while he sat whittling under the Oak, Those ruddy, Cherokee cheeks sweating even in the shade as sweltering Carolina summers and bifocaled old women melted him away in his seventies; (Nothing heard by telephone, cackling when he put the speaker to his mouth or laid down to rest from the planting or harvesting, On the flowered sofa fussing with him to take off this boots, putting The Liberty News under his feet); But watching was Grandma's joy, Haystack Calhoun and the Nature Boy, wrestling on Saturday night on the Philco black and white, jumping up and jumping down fists flying with each takedown; Her fussing when he kicked her chickens-- He was a man of the Land not of the Leghorn; Course he still cut off their heads for Sunday dinners with a whistle of his axe, quick and clean; So much better than Grandmother's Flung blood and feathers, The live body's flight After wringing its neck. (You really Must take chickens seriously.) 5 Jesus, my brother and I hated that rooster! Mean! I'll give you Mean! Why that Leghorn from hell, with the perfidious, featherless rear, That wily old bastard, laid for us kids from under the porch flying at us spurs first when we snuck out to play. You had to admire his fierce Protecting his brood or just plain crazed for children's blood maybe. Therefore, I must insist That you take chickens seriously. 6 The greatest chicken lit will not be televised, but written by neurotic poultry flirting with free verse or thrown helplessly into concrete idioms, wallowing in dirt-poor sentience; Dissertations on the identity crises of Rhode Island Reds and the propensity of White Leghorns to transfer insecurities of undifferentiated consciousness as violence enacted on certain small children will be written but will probably not help chicken poetry endure. 7 Yet, I pledge allegiance to the celebration of chicken poetry, And the underappreciated poultry for which it stands, One species, flightless but enduring, With free range and corn for all.
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