Hello- yes, its been ages since my last post, and I promise to do better in future (honest). I've posted this poem before, but it seemed oddly relevant at the moment; there's much talk about "freedom", but, for me anyways, freedom without social obligation seems rather hollow at best, and at worst denies the freedom and the health of others. Alright, sermon over, here's the poem:



Freedom Food

Freedom food
from happy Hens,
marked with the stamp
of quality.
Free range,
given room to peck
and cluck.

From golden grains
to golden yolks,
and packed
recycled
and green.

But green,
no longer,
although recycled,
she breaks the shell,
with slow moving fingers
and coughs up phlegm
as yellow
as the splash
of freedom
once tasted.