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Chicken Soup

Rich, red boiling soup........ Spicy, saucy, thick, streaming And the chickens wailing in pain Their legs, chest, throat all amputated they bleed and groan. Garnished with salads and nuts ornate all over Served in furnished, fantastic cutlery be it at luncheon or dinner In every other accident or death it's lament, misery, malediction Here at harm, hurt, murder delight, pleasure, celebration! Tongues water, passion grows, heart craves for more appetite Emotions that sprout of violence, revenge, fright........ What an inanimate commodity involved in such brutal treatment Then what rapport, feelings, thoughts is for an animate living being meant?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 3/1/2009 8:11:00 AM
Gargi, you reminded me of the anticipation I felt as a child waiting for my grandmother's chicken soup to be ready. Also liked the way you describe "chickens wailing in pain." Never thought of it that way before. Quite inspiring, and it made me wish there was a pot of chicken soup on the range right now! Love, Carolyn
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