詩の日めくり　二〇一五年五月一日─三十一日/田中宏輔
　
As I stood by
watching
he took a hunting knife
and with a laugh
thrust it
up into the animal's private parts.
I almost fainted.

Why should I think of that now?
The cries of a dying dog

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