Night, Erebus, and Chaos she proclaims, And threefold Hecate, with her hundred names, And three Dianas: next, she sprinkles round With feign’d Avernian drops the hallow’d ground; Culls hoary simples, found by Phoebe’s light, With brazen sickles reap’d at noon of night; Then mixes baleful juices in the bowl, And cuts the forehead of a newborn foal, Robbing the mother’s love.
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Cut off my hair, took my clothes, and put me in a pen outside with the others for a culling.
Sabaa Tahir -- An Ember in the Ashes
They’d stand by and watch the culling.
Laurie Halse Anderson -- The Impossible Knife of Memory