this infection

Standing in the bitter cold on the
corner of Gottingen Street, the transfer
truck caught my eye from
it's sheer size.

I looked inside.
The carcasses of cows, split
in half, filled the back.

It took two people each to
unload them. I saw their great
ribs, curved upward,
a tangle of hooves, and their
parched dry insides.

A butcher shop delivery,
highlight of my day.
I have never seen anything
quite like that before and
probably will never again

and I remember
that fresh, sharp smell
of meat.