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Burghers
next door they're yet holding another barbecue
starry sparks of pig and ox ascend in the dark
hot flesh, burning fuel amid the polite chatter
charred hose and doublet of brave Joan of Arc
beefburgers thick sausages dripping grease
immolated rump steak in the teeth of guests
witches and Jews getting lynched for threats
to the state as traitors and subversive pests
...
Tuesday 29th June 2021 4:02 pm
Meat
butchery cuts it for Ruby,
well known for her brisket,
who gave men a wide berth
for she didn't like to risk it
offal unresponsive, so she
fondled the odd carcase,
pined for sheep's eyes to
tenderize her pining ass
Ted sold her pork products,
poor Ruby was easy meat,
his pies and sweetbreads
just swept her off her feet
his pig's trotters stumbling
...Sunday 29th November 2020 11:48 am
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