I have stunned the sheep:

slit his jugular

hung him from a rafter

and caught his blood

in a bucket

to paint my doorposts.

But now in the future:

there will be no stunning

no pain-killing hammers

only my arms hung at my sides.

The painting goes on

but there will be

no dying allowed.

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