Day of Mother
One tiny mother bird
-held with beak a feather
-heading home to build nest.
To me, though
-the hen is worthier
-she lets go chest-feathers
-baring down to skin and flesh…
Knows not a chicken that
-hatches in the machine
-and trained in some barn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem