The chicken had died heroically while defending its honor.
They went to bury the chicken,
They turned their rosary beads as they went.
Bahtiyar Hidayet
Bahtiyar Hidayet, born in 1974 in the Gazakh region of the Republic of Azerbaijan, graduated from university in 1995 and has been working as a history teacher since 1998. Wrote poetry since high school and has 4 poetry books published in Azerbaijan.
The Chicken’s Funeral
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– Are you going to the funeral?
– No, it’s not for me. What about you?
– No, I’m not going either.
– It’s scary. All the opposition leaders will be there. We can take pictures with them.
– Someone should have said, Ahmed… what business did you have in the opposition anyway? -Now he’s dead in prison.
– He had no respect in prison.
– Yes, he didn’t even have a place in the lowest ranks of the criminal world.
– Ha, ha, ha… he worked in the library there.
At this point in the conversation of the tough guys of the neighborhood,
A rooster began to chase the chickens away.
A car ran over the chicken.
They drowned in a sea of grief.
The chicken had died heroically while defending its honor.
They went to bury the chicken,
They turned their rosary beads as they went.
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