Chicken Necks

From the days of the caves, we struggled, we fought...tooth and nail, fang and claw...for what? To return to the caves, the cold, the fear, of a world in rubble? Because, why?

We let little men and women, with madness in their eyes...hold the buttons? We gave them up our instruments of decision, as we watched them tear down every treasure?

When, all we had to do, was reach out...and wring their chicken necks, to end the thing!


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Chickens in a pasture, google pic