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Nov 2013
Saturday Boy

Pound of Cumberland, Mrs Finn?
Hand grab sausage swirl - in the bag.
**** for Mrs Peters, fillet for Mr Snyde.
Money in, meat out.

Out of sight saw-grind
cleaver-chop through bone.
Thick-set carcass/Gaffer neck
tea and toast and tea.

Meat fridge full of flesh
sky hanging dry on hooks
bags of liver and lights
pig head, sheep foot.

Open to Closed on the door
chain-link mesh pulled back
blocks scoured with wire-tipped brush
–  scrub don’t tickle.

Gaffer writes tomorrow’s boards
saw, cleaver and blade soaked
floor swept and mopped
blood and bleach.
Written by
John Brimblecombe  Northamptonshire
(Northamptonshire)   
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