Friday, September 18, 2015

the roasted duck

The poor duck
Once of beautiful feathers
The clean shining white of white gold
Even the sun wants a share


In the cage it can't run
The breeder comes take a look
Well..you have grown
It is time to take you to paradise”


The duck only says “Quack! Quack!”
The breeder takes it away
The duck struggling to get free
The tight grip the duck stays quiet


In the paradise
The sharp knife glitter
In the duck's eyes
No no no!”


One long cut
The poor duck goes to sleep
With a quick machine beats
All feathers strip away


Leaving the duck
The naked yellow skin
Hanging by a rope
Let others walk by to see


The roasting oven heated up
Ever ready to swallow the duck
The smell of roasting meat

The hanging duck dripping in paradise

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