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Place your left foot
on the folded wings,

and your right one
on the tied legs.

Grab the head with your left hand,
and, with your right, slide

the blunt knife
across the stretched neck

until the skin gives in
and life drips into the ground.

No screech will escape your fist,
no cluck, nor cry,

the eyes half-covered
by papery lids,

beak tight, wings fighting,
legs trying to outrun death.

Hold the twitching neck stump down
so the blood won’t spatter the yard.

Look up and smile, so proud
of your first kill.