Poems that you love

[Todd]

Here's another of her poems I like (because I'm perverse).

Chicken


Why did she cross the road?
She should have stayed in her little cage,
shat upon by her sisters above her,
shitting on her sisters below her.

God knows how she got out.
God sees everything. God has his eye
on the chicken, making her break
like the convict headed for the river

who’s sloshing through the water
to throw off the dogs, raising
his arms to starlight to praise
whatever isn’t locked in a cell.

He’s headed for a farmhouse
where kind people will feed him.
They’ll bring green beans and bread,
home-brewed hops.  They’ll bring

the chicken the farmer found
by the side of the road, dazed 
from being clipped by a pickup,
whose delicate brain stem

he snapped with a twist,
whose asshole his wife stuffed
with rosemary and a lemon wedge.
Everything has its fate,

but only God knows what that is.
The spirit of the chicken will enter the convict.
Sometimes, in his boxy apartment,
listening to his neighbors above him,

annoying his neighbors below him,
he’ll feel a terrible hunger
and an overwhelming urge to jab
his head at the television over and over.

by Kim Addonizio