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Death by rabbit
I wasn't bothered by the split and shuck
of fur from flesh as they hung
by their rear legs over the Rubbermaid can
lined with the black maw of a Hefty bag.
It was the realization
that every animal
feels pain just before death
whether it comes after the first
knock to the back of the head,
or the third, and just before
the warm trickle of release.
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You make too much of the container, I think. Does it matter what it's made of and lined with?
It used to bother me too. Good poem.
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