In the Year of the Rooster

Photo Credit: Fred. CC-BY-SA.

This is not really Chinese zodiac
But born in a year of the rooster last century
I was fated to crow aloud to summon
The first morning glows above the

Rice-fields, pecking here and there
For a seed or a pebble bit close
To my grandma’s straw-roofed
Cottage, ready to put up a chicken fight

With my fleshy crown standing up straight
But never able to fly higher than a broken
Fence, since my body was winged
With more fat than feathers

Only after I died did I manage to travel afar
To an exotic land, when my naked being
Was minced and served for a minor course
In a recyclable plate as in this little poem

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Yuan Changming edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan and hosts Happy Yangsheng in Vancouver. Writing credits include ten Pushcart Prize nominations, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, and 1,429 other credits across 42 countries.