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Greg Henry's Chickens

by Michael Faraday


with stroke after stroke
my white lines fade into half-assed
yellow feathers
my chickens peck in the background
looking rhombus

the red slave quarters paint
the landscape
in front of much green and cotton
clouds shaped like history
I paint heat

their brown skin blistered
leaving young bones to collect the wage

09/12/2008

Posted on 09/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Michael Faraday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JD Clay on 09/12/08 at 06:52 PM

Wow! The power in this piece is striking. If I recall, Greg Henry illustrated the book by Barbara Ann Porte called Chickens! Chickens! Your poem at least brings this to mind and certainly takes the story to a new level. Fact is I like yours better because you leave the reader with a sense of mystery in poetic form. Good stuff, Michael!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/01/09 at 03:33 PM

I read the synopsis for the Chickens, Chickens book and have seen just the cover of the book. I like that you took his paintings into much deeper territory and those last three lines do burn. I love the idea of painting heat. Thank you.

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