I am afraid there’s a poultry quarantine.
Hen pecked and dragged by their necks
through disinfectant, feathers matted
into a blonde and gold hazmat suit
clucks suitably fowl,
(gargled) when up to their wattles
in bleach and corn bile.
Birds can be replaced, but I’m a unique
one of seven billion.
Just swill it and serve my fucking
coq au vin, no imports.