Eulogy for a Rooster

[summer_jackel]

Little rooster who crowed this morning
before I stroked you until you calmed
and slit your throat.
Plucked, dressed, iced
I will anoint you in oil and rosemary
this afternoon, and eat you
for a late lunch.
You will be part of me
in a very literal and non-poetic way.

And I will miss you.
Your pride and beauty, your clean feathers and shining eye.
For all the chickens I have eaten and never knew,
the memory of your morning call proclaims:
Love what you must kill;
kill only what you love.

Comments

[kynekh-amagire.livejournal.com]

1. That's lovely. Ties rather neatly into the love-like-leopards-eat-your-brains metaphor, too.

2. Also, delicious.

[mulefoot.livejournal.com]

This evokes memories from childhood...some powerful farm memories.

Ashame the rooster had to crow his last but at least he will fill your belly and give you one last smile.

[stoda.livejournal.com]

Yep... one of those things about chickens.

Though I never was really able to slit bird-throats very effectively... the feathers were always awfully good armor against slicing motions. Axes, however... very effective.

Nicely evocative piece.