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Upside Down

I go clucking into oblivion
Not an ear to hear
my desperate call from doom

My feathers detach
dropping down 
from sparkling white 
to tawny brown on the ground

I am a feathery fiend
for I never end
my struggles to free away 
from the fence

As he cycles away 
onto the muddy plain 
with me lolling upside down
my legs strangled into a mess
on my way to mourn

My friends and foe
have no morrow
for they are beside me
clucking away to sorrow

I breathe my smell
nostalgia creeps in
of the meadows
that I dwelt in

But all I smell now
is of the steely cycle
of blood and
the stench of paan
that the satan chews

I am untied
fall down to gravity
picked up
my wounded neck bleeding
ducked in
my neck hell bent
strapped to the pricking metal
of the fence

I sense my end
as I am thrashed away
my head pressed to the black slab
that smells of gory blood

Cllluuuuckkkk... Clllluuucckkkk
I thaw in pain
my feathers plucked
I gnaw my tongue
as pain sears 
and blood trickles
as the knife 
tears down my life.

I can no more cluck...
for all I know 
I am dead meat
yet hanging upside down
with the unsettling flies
endeavouring to get a taste

For I am up on sale 
beaten down by death
just for the satans to savour
my bones and flesh. 

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