The Chicken Brigade

chickens.jpgthe men looked on and the chicken brigade
-four thousand strong-
marched down the avenue as the sun fell under the duplex roofs

the women licked their lips and yielded shiny machetes
as the sky turned a pillowed pink
and the air temperature dropped a subtle degree and a half

clucks and cheers, clucks and cheers
the illusion is complete

the suburbs might eat tonight if only
the chickens hadn’t decided to rebel en masse

oh what disappointment awaits the salivating humans

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