the aproned butchers/

swung their clevers down/

on fresh cold joints/

slapping the thick chops/

and tossing them roughly/

tied/ to the boot delivery boys/

smelling of earth and morning/

wide bellied buttfuck/

clotted damply of black loam/

wrenched from gardens the smell/

of gardens a thunder on the rails/

a mile away/ a wailing whistle cry/