Incomprehension Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

A chicken self-executes
rolled as casually
as a cigarette under
the slow wheels
of a traffic jam
a brown football
that came undone
I watched
as it crossed the road
uncertain about determinism
but pushing ahead a sonic boom
of death-agency, you could
guess the outcome this
chicken head with its fake
and nervy urgency
and
harsh as it may be
look
on TV how those zebra foals
twist away from crocodile jaws
clueless chicken should have
kept away from traffic
should
have kept away from the world
where affect is
the new buzzword
in academia and while
the professor,
she weighs out food-ration words
looks out of the window
unfocussed
there, a tiny fly that jerks blind
across an ocean of pane
towards the tourbillon web
an untidy death when chicken
is another word for victim
and mechanised death,
those millions