Giving Thanks To A Chicken

I was cooking a chicken, observing what was left of it's features and wrote this poem.

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Looking at your dismembered body in the stew pot
I see the place your head had been
and think of your tortured soul.

Bread and wine have done nothing for me;
but your flesh gives me life.
I take it, but forgive me, I didn't know what I was doing.
Amen.



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