The Tale of Man and Chicken.

     In the beginning, the chickens were wild and free and roamed to and fro about the earth, flying and soaring over it...feeding and copulating freely under the great ball of fire in the sky. They rose to it's majestic beams cutting thru the branches of the pines...echoing their salutations with boasts of their conquests...offerings to the alpha and omega. From the Sun comes all things and to the Sun all things will return.
     To the chickens, the gods granted the gift of flight and bestowed upon them the authority over all the beasts of the field. Even the man looked up in awe as the shadow of a chicken passed over head. But to man, the gods  revealed to them the knowledge of the Sun. With this knowledge man was able to harness the energy of the Sun to create fire and they learned how to plant seeds in the ground to propagate and multiply the plants they depended upon for sustenance. Man became filled with pride and took the sun for granted worshiping the works of his own hands and placing his throne above the heavens claiming ownership and possession of the earth.
     Because of their superior knowledge the man enslaved chicken-kind by tricking them into being dependent upon them for their grain. As the chickens became dependent on the man they became like him...fat and lazy and poor of eyesight...they lost their ability to soar over the clouds and began to scratch and peck at the earth, grazing on harvested seed from the hand of the man. This is how the man robbed the chickens of power and enslaved all of chicken-kind. They robbed the chickens of their freedom, locking them in cages harvesting their unborn off-spring, chopping off their heads and pulling out their feathers...roasting their naked bodies over stoked fires and consuming their scorched flesh.
     I've heard tell of wild chickens that still soar over the amazon rain forest...giant man eating chickens...remnants of prehistoric beasts that long ago held their throne as the kings of the earth...or maybe that is just a legend or fable...now, in this modern age of man, kings shed the blood of innocents as they fight over the black sludge from the decomposed bones of these long deceased tyrants.
     The man has created a false universe, composed their own arbitrary systems of "order" that revolve around a nuclease of energy that depends on the destruction of organic life in order to exist. They have become shortsighted, blinded by greed and illusions of power...they have forgotten that everything revolves around the Sun...they forget that even the energy that is stored in the sticks they rub together comes from the Sun and to the Sun it will return.
     In the dead of night the coals hiss and the smoke rises into the heavens returning to the source of all that is.