Hagy Averbuch

The Voice is Never Heard by Hagy Averbuch

The Voice is Never Heard By Hagy Averbuch   One chick was a splatter of red on my screen. The rest were a yellow sticky mess, fluffy heads chirping, reaching out. Finally, a long minute later, the small bodies were all lost in the grinding machine. “Maybe I’ve seen enough for now,” I said. “Maybe you have.” “What do you…