It ain’t personal
It’s just for science, ya know
A curiosity Baconian presented
But Barjavel inspired
I don’t know why it’s got to be you
Why it’s grandpa, not grandma
I guess it is ‘cause of fried chicken
Grandmas make better fried chicken than grandpas
And this is as liable to be a law of physics
As the absurdity of paradox correction
So I’m sorry, but you’re about to die
And with it, myself
‘ Cause I just can’t let this matter go
I wanna know if only for a quantum instant
How things go down when I invalidate myself by killing you
Nah, you can’t dissuade me - I’m set on this
I mean, look at me
I’m back in the past!
And I’m set as I ever will be
So let me just raise my gun
Pull the trigger
And…
Bang!

Grandpa,
It ain’t personal
It’s just for science, ya know
A curiosity Baconian presented
But Barjavel inspired
I don’t know why it’s got to be you
Why it’s gran—

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Why Fried Chicken Matters by James Frederick William Rowe
originally published in the Winter 2010 print edition

 

 


James Frederick William Rowe is a poet out of Brooklyn, New York. When not writing fantasy, science fiction, and horror fiction and poetry, he is pursuing a Ph.D. in philosophy and works as a freelance combat sports journalist. “Why Fried Chicken Matters” is his debut poem.

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