One Hen’s Tear

You ever see a hen crying?

As its babies are taken away …

You ever see that one tear hit the dry soil,
your heart boils with pain,
as you put a pad a butter in the pan,
and with the other hand,
crack the egg?

The skillet crackles,
the pepper smells nice,
the coffee is ready …

And if you made that sunny side up?
Would you give a little to mother hen?
Would this dry her tears?
Or would she eat her baby in silence …

AND I STILL SCREAM:

“Did you see that poor hen cry?”

(right before its little baby dies …)

Did you ever see a chicken with shovel and adz,
fashioning stone and brick for the FEAT,
as processing pipes are laid by roosters,
and their little children become McNuggs …

No more hugs …

Just a pale bleak building where the little chickens scream …

(no more to ween)

Is that mean?

Why did GOD have to make chickens, and their eggs, so tasty?

(this is the greatest of poignant sadness …)