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Finally I learn to hold, raise

the small one

head-down, hock-spread,

to stretch flat the skin,

my hands raw around

the bristled hooves.

Bending low, my father

makes two quick cuts, kneads

the skin to surface them.

With enough practice I turn

the pig quick so my father

can scissor the tail.

As the squealing fades

into a burst of grunts,

I hold out to him the next.