“A headless chicken, that’s what I am today” (A Poem Inspired by an Overheard Quote)

heads roll

across the cutting board

waiting to be plucked

clean of my feathers

and stripped of my meat

by hungry gnashing teeth.

head rolls

still squawking out it's final song

a chicken without a head

but i still refuse to die

claws scrabbling at gloves hands and

stained aprons.

wandering aimlessly

in a futile attempt at escape,

unable to see

unable to think

but unable to stop.

a headless chicken,

that's what i am today.