Butcher (Forlorn)

via Daily Prompt: Forlorn 

Forlorn

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Butcher

7: 30 in the morning,
at the corner of Main and King Edward
a butcher in a white coat
stands transfixed
behind the empty meat trays
in the window
of the Windsor Packing Company.
A sign says:
Order your holiday turkey and ham early,
a cold January wind blows.
Back in the fridge,
somnolent sausages
blood red sirloin
and thick pink pork chops
(each with a trim icing of fat)
wait patiently
for their return to the public eye.

 

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