“He was suddenly taken with a vision
of wildly growing chicks. He conceived
a picture of coops and runs, outsize
and still more outsize coops, and
runs progressively larger.”
—“The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth” by H.G. Wells
First thing’s containment. Erect coops as big
as stadiums and high-fenced boulevard runs.
Populate with apple trees and giant slugs.
A suitable niche yields plentiful produce;
order new machines that butcher big
and rounded forklifts for the giant eggs.
Colossal chicks hike workplace accident rates—
for your safety, mind the spur! Mangled limbs
and maulings haunt many an erstwhile amateur.
Unfit for titanic agriculture? Consider peril tourism.
Lost World Management for Dummies elucidates
good adventure hunting sanctuary governance.
Use only as directed. Integrity suffers as mass
multiplies. Mammoth hens will collapse
at a yet unknown magnitude.
We know six-times wings to be unflappable;
brief flight, thankfully, unachievable.
David Alexander is the author of the chapbooks Chicken Scratch (Puddles of Sky Press, 2014) and Modern Warfare (Anstruther Press, 2016). His poems, often about chickens, have appeared in Lemon Hound, The Steel Chisel, CV2, The Malahat Review, Poetry is Dead, and subTerrain. He lives in Toronto.