Poems in Wrong Review, and 'New Mc Donald's Has A Factory'

I have three new poems out in the Wrong Review which can be accessed here.

I am also pasting below the poem published on the Indian Cultural Forum last month, 'New Mc Donald's Has A Factory'

New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
And on his farm, he has some beef
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
With no space to move here, and no space to move there
Here a cut tail, there a hurt calf
Everywhere a blood bath
New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh. 

New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
And in his factory, he has some pork
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
With a pork pork here, and a bac-on there
Here and there, production lines
Everywhere hanging — you pigs dying
New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh 

New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
And in his factory, he has some duck meat
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
With a swollen duck here, and a bursting duck there
Here a cut beak, there a cut beak
Everywhere swollen birds with clipped, clipped beaks
New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh

New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh

And in his factory, he has a horse
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
Tied and chained here, tied and chained there
Frothing at the mouth, here, there
Everywhere— leather, leather
New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh 

New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
And in his factory, he has some lambs
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
With a tail cut here, and a skin peeled there
Here a fleece, there a fleece
Everywhere— wires, fences
New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh 

New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
And in his factory, he has some chickens
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh
With cut beaks here, and cut beaks there
Here a caged bird, there a caged bird
Everywhere dead and dying birds
New MacDonald’s has a factory
Ayi-ayi-ayi-ayi-oh.