Chicken Little – Pastoral, Publicly Relationed, and Politically Poemed

Above: ‘Country Life at Irvington’, postmarked 1910

Golf is something I never imagined a chicken wanting to take up as an activity . . .

But when people are being told to eat 25 of you, golf might be something to take one’s mind off the probable future.

Chicken does have a certain power, though. Especially fried chicken.

I hate to admit this, brother, but there are times
When I’m eating fried chicken
When I think about nothing else but eating fried chicken,
When I utterly forget about my family, honor and country,
The various blood debts you owe me,
My past humiliations and my future crimes—
Everything, in short, but the crispy skin on my fried chicken.

But I’m not altogether evil, there are also times
When I will refuse to lick or swallow anything
That’s not generally available to mankind.

(Which is, when you think about it, absolutely nothing at all.)

And no doubt that’s why apples can cause riots,
And meat brings humiliation,
And each gasp of air
Will fill one’s lungs with gun powder and smoke.

Eating Fried Chicken by
Linh Dinh

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