Walking into the butcher shop
on the first day,
I came ready to chop.
I was ready to cut away.
With knife in hand I sliced
some remains that were bloody fresh.
I chopped, minced and spliced
to peel some fascia and flesh.
A few slashes got me to muscle,
which I ripped asunder to see bone.
Cutting is hardly any trouble
when your emotions are set in stone.
A hammer and a chisel
was sufficient to extract the spine.
Sculpting can be oh so simple –
so harmless and benign.
The day at the slaughterhouse ended
with the unveiling of the cord.
Oh, the day was truly splendid!
Not a moment was I bored.
How I do love the butcher shop;
how I would go every day.
To learn how to slice and chop
and how to detach away.