A Place Called Chicken Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

A Place Called Chicken

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The boys were gathered at Malone's place
in a town called Chicken on the Fortymile

they were prospecting for the ore
prized by all far and wide

men had died in the frozen tundra
for the sake of their stake

many more would die in the race
for a place on the turbulent Fortymile

smile when you call me that followed
by a forty-four slug to the head

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