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Steak or Burger

dad instructed us to
not move
we sat behind the
stone wall
where the pigs
lived
/////////////////
in the dung yard
a steer
charged and stepped
about
knowing very well
death
was soon to come
////////////////
my sister and me
each less
than ten years
on earth and
shoulder-to-
shoulder
did not flinch
waiting
for the gun’s
report
to stop echoing
///////////////
uncles and dad
hollered
grunted and cussed
damn steer
did not want
to take
a bullet to
the brain
//////////////
dad did not miss
“okay, you can
come
out
now”


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