THE CRUCIFICTION

The young kibbutzniks in the chicken coop
Had finished work. I saw one fellow stoop
And pick up something rigid from the ground:
A dead chick whose body had been crushed flat,
Its head and wings twisted in agony.
Only a few poor feathers still remained.
He hung it on a wire partition by
The wings, then turned to us, and pointing at
His handiwork, said "Jesu Maria" and laughed.

 

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