Denise Krebs of California is our host today for #VerseLove, inspiring to write poems about death. You can read her full prompt here. I think of the death of Jesus on the cross today, the resurrection, and promise of eternal life for believers. For me.
But in my travels on Wednesday up in North Georgia, I saw the strangest thing. And that is what I share today. I can’t get it out of my mind, can’t unsee and unwonder. And so I write.
Plummeting Chicken Death three dead chickens lay on I-75 South in North Georgia rain feathers everywhere chicken carcasses strewn out like castoff garments how did this happen? there were no farmlands nearby no livestock, no barns imagination kicked into full gear – these hens (I presumed) died fast all the better, really maybe a poultry truck door swung open, flinging these ladies groundward to the hard concrete below …or maybe they jumped thought they could still fly then realized the truth too late as cars tried to swerve most not successful they’re all three dead, either way these interstate hens