Chickens

On his twelfth birthday,

photo by hungrybison

in a damp wind,
under swollen clouds,
and magpie calls,
an innocent universe faded away
sharply,
accompanied by the sound
of steel striking wood.

Tears streaming down a young man’s face,
they refused to fall.

Headless,
they continued running.

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