In Shamokin, they chop the heads off dogs.
Half a dozen young men, march out to the strippings
Stomping toward the edge of town

In old Boots with a few rounded-up strays.
Bury them neck deep in coal dust and culm.
Dull ax, Army-Navy store machete.

It's done.

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