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hens
by Spiel


in Fern’s last days
as I tended her bedside
I intentionally cut her sisters
out of the mix


oh yes they phoned
each believing
she had something
pertinent to offer


chatty catty old hens
as I’d come to see them
carnivorous in fact
pecking at her wounds


one of them saying
not so long before
when Fern was desperately down
and mourning for Amos


Golly Fern, I just feel embarrassed
to bring your old friends to visit you
because you look so awful
laying around in your old nightgown








 

 

 

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