at the butcher's in the cooler's cold air
there is a side of beef hanging there
cold wet blood on a slippery floor,
rusted steel rods along a wall by the door
a cold firm greasy weight hanging from a meat hook
a red side of beef approached with a careful look
a butcher surveying a landscape of muscle and creamy white fat,
fascia and the caput of a femur - a songbird to a cat