An Animal Rights Poem from


Chicken Dreaming By Karen Davis

Founder UPC United Poultry Concerns

(Ancestral memories in a metal “broiler” chicken shed.)

He sits in this house of feces and pain
With thousands of others
All the same, call it a triumph or
Call it insane.
His eyes are burning.
His liver is leaking.
His legs are aching and lame.
But he will be
Eaten with pleasure
All the same.

His nerves, bones and tendons will be nuggets in a bucket
Chewed by a fan
At a game.
His “wings” (don’t ask) will prove
What it means
To be a Man
Like every other
Man and his brother,

His breast will water
The mouth of a lady trying
To lose weight with this
Lump on her plate.
For this he was made
For supper.

Meanwhile he dreams his
Impossible dream:
Ancestral memories
Of family and friends
Of tropical forest all rainy and green
From which he came
To suffer like this
For a foul mouth of chicken bliss.

farmed Chickens
Modern chicken house in the United States, Photo by: David Harp

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