Chicken Brain, et al

Chicken Brain, et al Even when the sky is falling the brain of a chicken is precisely what it is. Memory comes loose first and though the sun still rises like a hawk the block doesn't. Under these circumstances, the brain behaves like a block, allowing the body to bend forward, filling its cells with forbidden fruit, linking blood with its roots, reducing the spill. For a very brief instant hearing is sharpened and the heart flutters with hope, but as significant parts of the world grow dim the brain loses its voice, opens the mouth to block the sun. The brain is always dead before it knows it, searching for its senses, scratching for worms under the shirt. —David Zaiss 60 ...