It is at 4 am in the morning every other day now,
When the mob birds, mob cows, mob men, and women roam on this land.
Those birds sit on bloody bodies, bathe in their blood, feel giddy with excitement and erection.
The cows stare vaguely at the horizon, waiting to be taken away.
The men and women return to their homes to look at uncountable reflections of each other.
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