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Meat Market

My grandmother was a butcher before she married my grandfather. A red-headed, glamorous butcher. A dichotomy. Handy though when it came to killing pigs on the farm and boiling trotters and making black puddings and sausages and brawn and a myriad of other unfashionable pig-products. Ever eaten a pig’s ear?

 

Carcass

 

a fly shivering blue on curds of fat

slam

heaving thud of meat on stone

head gone

skin gone

just peeled flesh

dark brown-red grained muscle

like striated ripples of rock on a cliff

cold dry fat thick against rump

ribs open reaching vacant

knife thin sharpened against stone

cleave between bones

crack bone from socket

glossed hip sphere perfect in hand

 

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