“Roast Chicken” was first published in Kindle Magazine in December 2015, and also appeared in Gossamer: An Anthology of Contemporary World Poetry.
Roast Chicken
Contemplating the afterlife of birds,
I empty the carcass. My wife
offers rosemary sprigs,
which I stuff into the cavity
with whole garlic cloves
and seared lemon halves,
and then I compact it by tucking
the wings under and pushing
one leg through a slit in the other,
lessening the surface. One might
debate the shape of a bird’s
soul, the sanctity of structure
and limitation, of ritual and
the weight of fire’s gifts in
human brain development,
but trussing is essential
to the goal of proper
temperature attainment.
I pat it dry, sprinkle kosher salt
on the skin, put it in the oven,
set the timer for an hour, pour wine.
Following custom, we eat
without saying grace.
Piece by tender piece, it descends.
O at the Edges 
Reblogged this on Prairiepomes and commented:
For your enjoyment, a tasty gem from the mighty Mr. Okaji.
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Thanks for reblogging this, Anna Marie!
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Okay, now this is a gem of a poem, Robert. And the fact that you recorded it makes it even better.
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Thank you, Tre. Your encouragement is much appreciated.
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You’re most welcome.
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A true appreciation of roast chicken.
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Not much matches a good roast chicken!
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Preparation details mixed with ponderings on afterlife of what’s being trussed – quite the combination – example of being attentive in the moment – to process, to implications, to other beings, to self.
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The mind goes where it will…😀
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