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Chicken Head Poem

Not sure if you’ve ever felt like this, but I have many times. I am the chicken.


I feel like a chicken; its lovely feathers plucked out one by one

Bald and naked running about pecking the ground

They cut off my head with a bloody ax, but I still run.

They stand around and watch me and laugh at the headless creature.

They hold their bellies and point their fingers.

I watch my headless body run around, still attempting to peck the ground.


They flap their arms and cry, “baaak, bawk ….


Until. . .

They are biting into the crispy fried coating and sinking their teeth into my flesh.

The tasty morsels go down smoothly, and they are savoring every bite of me.

They taste and taste until they are full.

And I am but a pile of empty bones.

They wipe their mouths.

Raise up from their seats

And feel content with their meal of ME.



Tekoa Manning is the author of two fictional works, Walter the Homeless Man, and Polishing Jade. She is also the author of several inspirational teaching books including her devotional Thirsting for Water, and Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa, a more in-depth study of the Biblical Feasts. Her popular series, Doctrines of Demons, will be releasing part three during the summer of 2019. These books uncover a plethora of man-made doctrines that have crept in overtime, including heaven, hell, and satan. Manning has been featured numerous times on Hebrew Nation Radio, as well as Messianic Lamb Radio. She has won several awards for her pen, including the Kentuckiana Metroversity poetry prize for Women's History. Her historical fiction was accepted to the Kentucky Book Fair in 2015. Tekoa is a lover and devoted student of God's Word. She is an active blogger whose words help bring healing to the sick, downcast, and those suffering from a broken heart. Manning is a lover of dreams and gifted in the area of interpretation. She is the mother of three sons, one grandson, and the wife of a retired police chief. Tekoa and her husband reside in a small town in Kentucky where the deer roam free.

2 thoughts on “Chicken Head Poem

  1. That’s just sad. I truly hope they do not have that kind of awareness for longer than 4-5 seconds. We don’t butcher any more. My pioneer spirit only goes so deep, then, I am just a city girl again! Charlene Reams Manning Hens Acre Farm Georgetown, Texas (512) 819-0803

    I was young, and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging for food. Psalm 37:25

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