Upside Down

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

I go clucking into oblivion

Not an ear to hear

my desperate call from doom

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

My feathers detach

dropping down 

from sparkling white 

to tawny brown on the ground

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

I am a feathery fiend

for I never end

my struggles to free away 

from the fence

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

As he cycles away 

onto the muddy plain 

with me lolling upside down

my legs strangled into a mess

on my way to mourn

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

My friends and foe

have no morrow

for they are beside me

clucking away to sorrow

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

I breathe my smell

nostalgia creeps in

of the meadows

that I dwelt in

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

But all I smell now

is of the steely cycle

of blood and

the stench of paan

that the satan chews

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

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

Cluck...Cluck...Cluck

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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