never so clear
has the spirit of murder
been put on display
than in the wide-eyed
of a chicken's desperate hunger
as they devour the meat of their own
without a second thought
what is to be said
of the fowl that eagerly rejoices
in the destruction of their brethren
if it means for them, a full stomach?
when death and longing meet
how much do we blame on stupidity?
and how much do we blame