Foie Gras De Canard

• Catherine Zhu, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

Foie Gras De Canard
The doors open and they start moving back,
some letting out the occasional quack
A gavage down their throats,
with their life laid out in rolled oats,
A shine that once caught their eye,
Now makes them shy

When the process is hidden from sight,
It is a delectable delight
A loss of nature and instinct,
As their augmentation becomes instant
Their twigs collapse below,
Yearning for time to not grow

Morphing into stuffed sacks,
The weight of their world, lost to an axe
There was always something to lack,
Because twigs could never win against stuffed sacks