A Butcher Contemplates Christmas
7: 30 a.m.
at the corner of Main and King Edward
a butcher in a white coat stands
looking out from behind the empty meat trays
in the window of the Windsor Packing Company.
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.
a sign urges
Order your Christmas turkey now!
a December wind blows.
Taking part in Brendan’s advent challenge over at earthweal
Also be sure to check out Sarah Connor”s advent calendar, a poem a day..well worth a visit!
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Our hungers are never satisfied. (K)
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I wonder if meat sales are down this year. Many people have turned vegetarian here in Oz because of so many covid outbreaks in meat processing plants.
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I would say that they probably are, more and more people in Vancouver are becoming vegetarian for a vriety of reasons.
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I was thinking how fun if this became a story 😉
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Funny you should say that, it’s actually the beginning of our longer poem which I could never quite get right>
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This does sound like the beginning of something rather sinister…
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Maybe one day I’ll finish it!
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