— by Andrea Everitt

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI had made a deal with the hen
I offered her scraps
—–as a trade
for her eggs and their nourishment
—–I am reconciled to admit
—–she is no longer able
—–she has grown just a little too old
—–and yet my children are hungry
With swiftness born
—–of experience and respect
—–I take her life
—–we will remember you
At suppertime
—–as I ladle the steaming broth into my children’s bowls
—–I do

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