The stink of death is on me
and my BBQ tongs now.
It was in the flock long
before we knew.
We thought the forest ate the chick.
But her feeder did the eating.
Her sisters ate around her.
She was really shoved up there.
The rosary was over
so the children
became George Washington.
I kept death for myself.
I buried her in gummy pieces.
Then chucked the grainbox to the road.
The eggs will keep coming
until the rest die.
I love you too, America.
-- Bauhausfrau lives in the South with her husband and many children.
