by Bill Brymer
Chickens will survive us.
The true cocks of the walk.
They’ll set the pecking order.
become leaner, craftier
versions of their ‘roided brethren.
Strutting down our desolate streets
like Travolta in platform shoes.
Taking to sagging rooftops,
broadcasting the morning prayer.
Bill Brymer lives in Louisville, Kentucky. A Pushcart-nominated poet, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Sheila-Na-Gig Online, Tar River Poetry, Southwest Review, Poetry South, Yearling, and other publications.