Chicken Poetry

Sharing a Chicken Poem

posted by Sharon Gaughan,
PCLF Education Program Director

This poem was included in “New Yorker” magazine several years ago, but I just came across it again recently when cleaning out some files.  I thought that I would share it here. 

 

Those of you that know chickens will be able to relate well to these words, I’m sure...

 

 

A Glossary Of Chickens

by Gary Whitehead

There should be a word for the way

they look with just one eye, neck bent,

for beetle or worm or strewn grain.

“Gleaning,” maybe, between “gizzard”

and “grit.” And for the way they run

toward someone they trust, their skirts

hiked, their plump bodies wobbling:

“bobbling,” let’s call it, inserted

after “blowout” and before “bloom.”

There should be terms, too, for things

they do not do—like urinate or chew—

but perhaps there already are.

I’d want a word for the way they drink,

head thrown back, throat wriggling,

like an old woman swallowing

a pill; a word beginning with “S,”

coming after “sex feather” and before “shank.”

And one for the sweetness of hens

but not roosters. We think

that by naming we can understand,

as if the tongue were more than muscle.