You thought that it was best
to watch it die and so we went
slowly because otherwise the gauchos
would laugh at us (they laughed
anyway) running up to see a death
so by the time we arrived it was
in between. It jangled on its chain
like how wool on a barbed wire fence
dances in the wind except that this
was making its own motion
and then they cut its throat and it moved
about the same before they started
skinning it was it dead you asked of course
I said how should I know I said it was
just twitching nerves like when you kill
a fish but either way how much is there
to all this I didn’t say that out loud
though I could see in the others it was clearer
in the corral next to it the sheep were shaking
the sheep were watching all this shaking.
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