A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1978.
After visiting a chicken farm
WHO’D BE A CHICKEN
You squat in a small wire cage
On wire mesh
All day and every day and nights
Which they light up like day-
For all of your life.
The whole time you are fed
On biological slush.
In this unnatural period you are required
To shit not one but two
Infertile eggs each day.
Your breast bone gets bent,
Your legs are permanently compressed
You cannot stand upright
And your claws cross
You’re injected with antibiotics
Which have side effects-like-
Causing your feather’s to fall out
And give you diarrhea
When you can’t lay an egg any more
And you ‘chicken out’
They grab you by the legs
And take you squawking upside down
To an electric knife and stab you in the throat
Then, this bloody great machine grabs hold of you
And douses you in a tub of boiling water
Strips off with rubber flails your remaining feathers
Rips open your stomach
And tears out your guts-
All with your eyes open wide
In ten long agonizing seconds
Finally it chops off your head and feet.
WHO’D BE A CHICKEN!?