Poetry

Ivan Head: Two Poems

Song of the Actuarial Dollar Chicken   Soft generic birds you roast well after you have laid cartons of eggs by number,   to recoup all costs. Crop profit by the easy yolk and a peck beak tax calculus of feed pellets occurred.   Plus rent of each grass blade, as paying guest— multiplied by transport and slaughter cost actuarialised on the free range conveyor belt; made   to watch the grass pass by, written off boy-chicks chick-flicked into the macro-grind incinerated as you go quickly in and out of existence as that pecking order of nugget and tenders and…

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