Chicks

The eggs were lined up and he showed me,
at first I couldn`t believe it, the proper way
of pressing down with a large slab of uncut marble
cracking the shell gentle, then peeling off
a persimmon orange layer of gunk, revealing
a chick in all its glory, individual and patient,
ready for adoption, repeating this process
I lined them up, though soon I was confronted
with a chick-monster, oversized, no eyes or mouth,
I asked my friend for permission to bash it lifeless
with the marble in my hand, he shuddered, but I
said there was no other way... it was not the
chick exemplar the parents had ordered--
I flushed it down the toilet, considerately.