Saving The Chickens Poem by Donal Mahoney

It's the last day
at the Taj Mahal Indian Buffet
with chicken tandoori
steaming on a silver tray
centerpiece of a rainbow array
of vegetables and rice.

No customers today
as three ladies outside
march back and forth
placards high
deploring the slaughter
of innocent chickens.

They've given up their
lunch hour again today
before going back to work
at the clinic for women
who want to exercise
their reproductive rights.