Chicken Tonight

When I would grab the chickens that missed the
killing machine in order to cut their throats, their
feathers would come out in my hands and the
skin of their necks would stick to my cut glove.
(that Kevlar glove we had to wear to kill to keep
from cutting ourselves with the extra-sharp
killing knives) Toward the end, some of them
even started having their heads swell up before
they got to me and there was blood coming out
of their earholes and noseholes. There was also
a grayish fluid coming out their noses with the
blood that may have been their brains cooking
out of their heads. I am not sure, but they
were still kicking and flopping awfully hard.

They made noises, but I couldn’t really say it
was sqawking. It sounded like what you might
expect a chicken clucking under water would
sound like or something. Kind of a eerie
gurgling sound. It really creeped me out.