field to plateA Poem by charlieit could be about the rice
as is customary
we waited until dawn
before butchering the bird.
we killed it
skinned it
cooked it
winged a prayer
before eating the bird.
with the quill of a feather
i did not scratch a shadow
of talon, nor crop
nor crow about the bird...
i only prised
a fibre of flesh
from the space between my teeth
which wasn’t there
before eulogising the bird:
an early riser.
dutiful lover.
worked well with sweet and sour
provided there was rice
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