Mary Sonia Michaels


TAKING HOLD OF THE LEGS

the first slips out easily
and is carried away

again, taking hold of the legs,
the narrow, skin-covered bones,
he pulls.

With a bend and a twist
he hauls the carcase over his shoulder

and into the shop.

White trousers
white sleeves
all down the front of him
stained yellow and red.

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