I don’t know, I’ve never known, but, here you go. Post comments, follow prodigiously, dance or don’t.
Guardame Las Vacas is one of my favorite tunes to play. This isn’t me but it isn’t bad either.
DEATH BY MACHETE
she looked down to kill the fatted calf
then lay her body beside the animal.
no longer filled with hunger,
no longer needing.
she looked down to kill the fatted calf
and her feet carry her, she carry her weapon;
then lay her body beside the animal,
knuckles stained with blood.
no longer needing,
no longer hungry.
she looked down to kill the fatted calf
and laid her weapon next to the animal.
she lay her body beside them both,
her knuckles stained with the animals scent,
no longer filled with hunger.
no longer needing.
she looked down to kill the fatted calf
then lay her body beside the animal.
no longer needing to eat,
no longer hungry.
she looked down to kill the fatted calf
and rose her weapon to it.
the blood staining her knuckles,
the fatted calf falling to the floor;
she lay down her weapon next to it.
bloodied her knuckles in its flesh.
the demolition soaking into her clothes,
she rested her body beside the animal.
no longer filled with hunger.
no longer needing.
it’s death merciless. her
remorse washed away with soap.
– I wrote this
the platitudes of willful resemblance 
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