It was called hatching

But it was nothing like a birthday

A chick was born

the builder

open eyes

With legs that are earlier than others

They learned to stand

From the very beginning

It was created to kill

Not by nature

According to the program

His name was Ayat

Names always

before John

are consumed

They left the verse

Next to chickens and roosters

inside a shop

That smell of wet feathers

and gave iron

assumed

wing

It means shelter

But chickens and roosters

They were not custodians

with regular tips

practiced

They hit him in the stomach.

the butcher

was watching

His knife was by his hand

But he was in no hurry

here

everything

He knew his way

When the tips are done

The butcher came forward

silently

unexplained

Like someone who

Executes the command

Not the crime

Ayat

It was still hot

who was taken away

inside the pond

water

It turned red first

next

transparent

always

That's how it happens

A few days later

There was no more name

chicken

had become

step by step

of the cycle

the butcher

the pieces

prepared

wash

count

and threw

in a pot

that to satiate

many

It was years

It was boiling

The shop remained open

Chickens and roosters

in place

Fresh chickens

they arrived

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