Saturday, June 20, 2009

Conqueror Worm??

Ok for those of you who know me or follow this blog, you know that I have an unusual sometimes morbid sense of humor. You also know that I love cemeteries and Edgar Allan Poe. Therefore, when I came across the shot below, I had to take it. How often do you get to see a chicken in a cemetery in the middle of Downtown Los Angeles? I know chickens like worms, so it truly make sense that they'd enjoy a nice fat cemetery worm. That in turn made me think of The Conqueror Worm.
"The curtain , a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the Angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man"
And it's hero, The Conqueror Worm."
The moral of this story though dear readers, is that the worm is not really the Conqueror if it gets eaten by the chicken. It is the Chicken, who sups on worms fattened by human remains, (in an extended way, eating us,) who is the Conqueror. In the End, the chickens have their revenge on mankind.
Something to think about, that might be enough to make you lay off chicken huh?

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