rooster
a poem
the neighbor’s rooster kept coming in our yard every day in the jungle
roosters do not crow at sunrise they crow all day and all night they crow to other roosters or to protect their flock
so this rooster was a bit loud to say the least and every day the curandero said to me
today is the day you will kill the rooster and we will eat him for lunch
and every day I reacted the same way oh no, I can’t!
I don’t want to kill I don’t want to harm I don’t want to eat rooster for lunch
after a week of this same conversation the curandero said to me you do not understand what you have learned
that in dying we get a new life this is a gift this is how to live
this man knows death better than anyone he’s died he’s born witness he does not fear
and this time when he told me what I already knew I felt it I understood
I can be a bit slow, you see and I need to be told the truth over and over until I see it myself
I never had to kill that rooster because he disappeared mysteriously that very day
we do not know if the neighbor found him or he if flew away or if he got eaten by a snake
and so I wonder where is he who is he and if he died and got his new life
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