Friday, December 11, 2009

Pollos Canto Alegre

Oh, what a beautiful morning! The sun is shining, the chicken parts are snug in their plastic wrap, and the birds are singing their canto alegre, their "cheerful song!"

Knowing that the limbs they used to call their own are now ensconced so lovingly, so antiseptically, so commercially, the pollos can't help warbling.

Her eyelashes flashing, this chicken gazes approvingly at the Styrofoam tray of legs. She can hardly wait until that's her down there, her own legs and wings efficiently and impersonally arranged and packaged.


And do you know what else makes chickens sing a cheerful song of grateful gladness?

The thought of hanging, plucked and processed, from the (dis)assembly line hooks while skilled inspectors caress them with rubber gloves!

They're just romantics at heart!





8 comments:

Juanito Banana said...

This is so sadly funny...

Anyways, just a little correction: "canto alegre" means "cheerful chant" or "cheerful singing", not cheerful song.

Other than that,well, the irony in your writings is very touching.

Zack said...

Love the irony in your writing. I'm gonna add you to my blogroll at unvegan.com, it would be sweet if you added me to yours as well.

Ben said...

Zack, it's possible we're using the word irony differently.

Anonymous said...

Mmm, chicken.

dvestv said...

Fidst time I saw chicken here. not a prok bbq. :-)

Get Info Here said...

LOL. prok? you mean pork. Yeah! I love chicken than pork. More tastier, -cheers-

Becci said...

You sure have a lot of barely literate trolls here lately, Ben.

Anonymous said...

Mmmm chicken I love chicken !!