June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two
Ross Vassilev
rural charm

my dad told me

that one time

he saw
a chicken

get its
head
cut off

with an axe

and the
headless
chicken

promptly
ran off

blood
spouting

from the
stump of
its neck

like some
geyser
in Hell.

sometimes
i wish

id been
raised

on a farm.
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