Poetry

Chicken Girl

I tend to the herds

In boxes nested

In towers stacked

Spits salut on the rack

Till they slide though

Front to Back

Butt to breast

Butt to breast

Breast to Butt

Ribcage CRACK

Always three in a row

Trussed and tied in a bow

Click in

Click oven on

Sizzle a birdsong

A feast for the throngs

Turn Turn Turn

Then temp

No fowl exempt

Chicken girl, snip the string

Thigh, drumstick, breast, wing

Quarter the bird

Tirelessly Tending

My rotisserie herd

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