The Hens
︎︎︎ Eric Angal
︎ Nov 5, 2026
The hens follow me in your absence;
they are quiet and good;
they are patient with my touch
even in slaughter.
The lot brokered to me
was that of the pauper,
yet I understand that
one twinned hurt seeks a nostrum in the other.
They call out for each other like
burn of nettle and
alkaline salve.
they are quiet and good;
they are patient with my touch
even in slaughter.
The lot brokered to me
was that of the pauper,
yet I understand that
one twinned hurt seeks a nostrum in the other.
They call out for each other like
burn of nettle and
alkaline salve.