The Slaughter of Duckling

I am Duckling.

I am ugly.
I am ugly Duckling.
I am ugly Duckling and
inside of me is Swan.
Swan has a wish.
Dive.
Swan dive.
She wants me to dive — 
swan dive — 
she wants me to swan dive into the ocean,
where ducklings don’t go,
swan dive into the ocean,
and never come up.
She will help me and
it will be her crowning achievement and 
she will call it something special:
Slaughter. 
The Slaughter.
The Slaughter of Duckling.
She will call it the Slaughter of Duckling
and it will be her crowning achievement. 
Oh so gracefully will she Slaughter Duckling,
ugly ugly Duckling.
Oh so beautiful it will be. 
The Slaughter of Duckling.
Ugly ugly Duckling.
The Slaughter of Duckling
courtesy of Swan.
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