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The shot rang out
then echoed once more
her calf held on
a couple of seconds
maybe four
she’d been quite weak
somewhat poor

Dry gullies
black trees
met with shallow dams
throwing back the rifle
blood on my hands

With his tiny hand squeezed
within the centre of my palm
let’s go now Dad
he quietly said
she’d been quite weak
she was better off dead