Bereaved Knife

"Please allow me to kill you",
implored the honest butcher, 
and sprinkled a little water
on the face of the animal.
It shook its head 
as if in agreement,
and the knife went down.
Butcher relieved a sinless sigh,
bereaved knife shed tears,
in red.

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