Duane Vorhees writes

HENS
   --after Yun Dongju

Blue sky arcs over the chicken coop
Hens who forgot their country's freedom
cluck over their withered lives
and the bitter hardships of production.

Out of the dark henhouse
struts the leghorn rooster from an alien race,
and one bright March afternoon
native birds are pushed from their roosts.

And the domestic fowls
use their graceful legs to rake the shitpile
use their hungry beaks to peck restlessly.
Until their eyes turn Red --