in the supermarket

plastic red roses bud from slabs of blood-blushing meat

the butcher handles cow kidney with the same quiet kindness he shows himself after his wife lends him her compassionate kiss, and her back just to look at.

but his knife is rather dull to her

Speak now or forever hold your tongue  

he knows a good cut of lamb is still baahhing at the cross

yes, motherfucker.