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