• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 05
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Roasted Goose with Crispy Skin

The golden haired goose
churned the details
making sense
of the plunge to the river
and the strangeness
sleeping beneath the trees
and jets from beyond the river
the ground shook under the impact
of the dropped bombs
the rattle of bullets
the killed and wounded fallen
her stern and serious expression
to no avail would remain
wandering in hand away
held captive for now
along the green banks
protected by the gentle flow
of cold river water
and the pale blue sky
as she felt her weight lifted
in this peasant's arm
with one last look at the river
they turned and climbed the
path leading to the kitchen.