Turkeys

I went to make chicken broth
And noted that I am getting low on chickens,
Low on bones.

Raising chickens has been expensive,
With high losses to predation, high costs to feed,
Interminable days to process.
And though I can eviscerate, I’d rather read.

Maybe it makes sense to simply purchase birds.
Maybe I don’t care that much about the food I eat.

I found myself behind a tractor trailer,
Stuffed with white turkeys, feathers drifting.
The birds could not stand up.

I determined to get around that truck,
Speeding shamelessly. I told myself that any cop
Would understand the horrors of the caged birds
And let me go.

Maybe I do care that much about the food I eat.