'Three chickens for a fiver!'
Bellowed the market stall holder.
I avert my eyes
From his three-for-one life buys.
Roll on the dawn of the GM factory hen.
No head, no feet, no nuisance waste of beak.
Just the meat and nothing but the meat, then.
© LS King 2007
1 comment:
Excellent poem - strong image!
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