When I Was In That White Washed House Poem by James McLain

When I Was In That White Washed House;
of slave labor
and i was younger
than some of the rest
and they processed
many thousands of chickens
free labor in the south even young
and thus condemned
being what it was
many of the chickens instead
were speared by older boys
instead of the ringing of the neck
whereupon the withdrawal of the spear
brought instant death
from what i saw
but i was very young
and they were processed with the rest
and even to this day
i have issues with southern chicken..