My Suburban Horror Movie

If you're thinking 
of getting chooks,
you ought to know that
chicken shit attracts 
tiny gold flies
and in the afternoon
when I call the chooks to bed
the flies are zipping
like points of light
above the dark soil -
like there's a disco
and the music 
is the quiet chainsaw
of the flies' buzzing.

The chicken shit is ugly
but not offensive...
unlike the fly traps
which smell putrid.
And there's little that's more
revolting than laying
eggs in the rotting
carcasses of your mates.

I watch the maggots writhe 
and turn away, sickened - 
a horror movie
in my suburban backyard.

But the chook eggs are superb,

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