Together, we all watched
the rooster chase down a hen.
She tried to hide, but he
seized the feathery hair on her head with his
pointed beak, yanked
her to him and dug
his fourth claw into her back until her spine was
arched and ready to snap.
She gave the most
horrible howl when he heaved and
afterwards they told me
“this is a good rooster.”
Inside the farmhouse, we watch the news.
A girl got raped in Ohio. The man on the screen says
“these are good boys” and “what a shame
they will have to live their whole lives charged as sex offenders.”
My father says with a sigh “boys will be boys” and reminds me
not to drink too much at parties.
I must have been the only one who saw the hen”
stand up and shake her
brown feathers until she could
no longer smell the stink of cock all over
her little self. She scratched at the chips
of her beak she had lost in the fight and every
other hen watched her, saying
nothing because there was nothing