The bound sheep
Head in the pit
The blood from the neck gurgled and leaked
After a while, the whole head of the sheep was cut off
The hooves were also
and then skinned and gutted
The man was skillful
When you need to use both hands
The man uses his teeth
to hold the knife in place
I watched the whole process
Watching the man wash his hands
I'm used to seeing this
My insensitivity
Perhaps knowing that some lives can only be like this
In the dissolution of that life
The sun is still shining
Even dazzling
I just feel death
Once again brought me
a slight disgust for life and myself
About the Creator
Ann M Hollins
Delete yesterday, fight today, and work hard tomorrow.
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