Hatchet Time

In our
early teen
summers
at the
Clove

we fed and
watered
the chickens
in their red
chicken house.

White
Leghorns
if memory
still
serves

In the fall
they lay
one by one
on a fat apple
tree stump

And their
heads,
bright red combs,
were lopped off
sharp axed

Did you know
that chickens
can really run around
with their heads
cut off?