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The animals in that country
Related Poem Content DetailsBY MARGARET ATWOODIn that country the animals have the faces of people: 
the ceremonial cats possessing the streets 
the fox run politely to earth, the huntsmen standing around him, fixed in their tapestry of manners 
the bull, embroidered with blood and given an elegant death, trumpets, his name stamped on him, heraldic brand because 
(when he rolled on the sand, sword in his heart, the teeth in his blue mouth were human) 
he is really a man 
even the wolves, holding resonant conversations in their forests thickened with legend. 
            In this country the animals             have the faces of             animals. 
            Their eyes             flash once in car headlights             and are gone. 
            Their deaths are not elegant. 
            They have the faces of             no-one.
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