Chickens to Chase

Holding their reigns tightly.
To steady the swaying stances...
Of the horses,
And the roll of attached mounted carriages.
They have come into town,
To protest with expressed anger.
And stall the inauguration,
Of sparkling new electric street trolleys.
They attempt to prevent...
And squash this kind of progress.
They succeed as this stagnation proceeds.
As the dancing of prancing subservients bleed...
Cutting themselves on the splintered verandas,
They are painting!
Rejoicing the return of plantations...
And their own chickens to chase!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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