Tainted by transparency
broken and indignant
a speckled hen
ready for plucking

For winter comes soon
and when all is dark
the butchers blade
will cleave your neck

Then you will run around headless
thoughtless with wings a flutter
and when potted
the rest for the gutter


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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