protective custody

Constrained
behind concrete and dog wire,
the hens are in
protective custody.

Earthbound,
even their view of the sky
is impeded, criss-crossed and
filtered by mesh.

Safe from the silhouette against blue
wheeling above them,
an incarnation of freedom
and death.

 

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