A Turkey’s Lament

Then December was here
Yule logs and good cheer
and well
just because
I was doomed
all of us, really
were chased and despatched
I ran and I ran
and I scratched and
I scratched

I wasn’t ready
to die for a cause
I was just hoping
to have a short pause
But his hands
were round my throat
The air I could feel
Was leaving me
rapidly
Spare me!!
Appeal

Too late
I was gone
my soul
sailed in the air
Looking down
My poor body
Just lifeless despair

my feathers
were gorgeous
and black
But I would
soon lay
in the shed
at the back
all of my feathers gone
just naked skin
my feet chopped
my head chopped
Oh what a sin

of man yes enormous
I wanted to live!
To run around the farm yard
I wanted to give
The females a taste
of my semen but I
reluctantly
tragically
just
had
to die