Killing a chicken

[Silas Thorne]

Red spatters flecked the wall when life was in you.
But now, the last cluck’s drained.
Feet tied, neck hanging in space,
There’s a quiet beating, a faint fluttering.

And when that beak went still and dripped blood ceased to fall,
She took it off the hook, plucked its body bare.

What moral matched the flavour of the soup?

[Hawkman]

Hi Silas. Interesting poem. I rather feel the first 2 words would be better at the beginning of L3 though. Not keen on the last line. I don't consider the killing of a chicken for food to be a moral issue, although I conceed that others might. However, I feel that the tone of the last line and it's message is a little heavy handed in an otherwise acutely observed piece. Like the guy from dragnet, I'd prefer, "...just the facts." :D Let the reader decide for himself if there is a moral to the story...

Live and be well - H

[Delta40]

I agree with Hawk about the feet tied thing. My best friend used to push the drained bodies around in a pram when she was little for want of a doll. Whether they tasted better after a child's playful imagination had been added to them, I don't know but I like to think they did.

[Silas Thorne]

Thanks for the comments guys! Yes, those two lines do sound better now. As for the last line, I'll leave it where it is, for now anyway, until something better arises.

Bye now.

[firefangled]

It's good to be viserally in touch with where food comes from, at least from time to time. You provide this vicariously for us.

The moral question does not bother me, because of the way it is worded. Rather than having a right or wrong tone it asked what moral makes it right, and for me, considering fresh, home made chicken soup, I would say the comparative moral would be "Heal thyself."