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Woodcocks
four woodcocks with their beaks lying on the ground
like four hunting rifles.
two white dogs with pointed legs and leaden ears.
the dogs’ snouts reddened.
the woodcocks’ beaks blackened.
a dark sun that never turns his face away praises itself
for being yellow
for the fact that everything happens inside of him.
wary, the hunter remains in the shadow
chewing tobacco.