chik chak

the chicken industry is changing
and so am i
headlorn-factbased-cringable
in sweatpants and marginal toothgrins
swabbing up their own soup
staining their well-worn shoes
their own soup
coagulating
and metastasizing
and changing
tens and tens and tens of them
stacked up
in beams
crowing over the church
the church parking lot
singing songs
their songs
that care about their wellborn shoes
and their freeworn feet
and their liberty
with several syllables
as yet to be calculating
strutting out
of unstruttable mouthes
just like georgia in spring
the smell of delorn georgia when the birds come out