The Only Way I Know

I kill chickens on Tuesdays. I pick corn all week long. Water the seedlings, feed the piglets, bring the cows around. Turn on the washer, let the water flow, pour the peppers down the track, round and round they go. Filter the dirt, pack it into flats, poke the holes with your finger, and push the seeds in. Grab a bushel basket and a knife. Enjoy the silence as the rows of cauliflower speak to you. Start up the tractor, hook up the spreader, drive it through it the field But it is Tuesday, so I dress the chickens up for slaughter, grab them by the wings. Bring them to the room, and hear the silence.