Silly Things
Silly things often play around
in my head like the amputated leg
of a roast chicken laying
on a plate with gravy, potatoes
and peas suddenly penetrating
my mind with a pang of conscience
reminding me
that I am about to eat what was,
a few days ago, part of the housing
of a living mystery
that is now unfortunately dead
and no longer has anything silly,
if it ever did,
playing around inside
its decapitated head.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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