Ducky

Sometimes in summer when it’s really hot down Canal Street
They open up some steel shutters along the sidewalk
And people can see long rows of dead ducks
Hung up head down by yellow feet
There against the dank
Concrete walls



Now couldn't this be the secret to all that great Peking duck stuff
Half rotten and infused by essence of cockroach dung
All presumably sterilized by the fires cooking
It golden brown and delicious I think