Another day, more food anxiety.
The Trolley of Meat
back when everybody rode the streetcars
back when the butchers
worked here
but lived over there
there was the meat car
with men hanging onto straps
with bowling pin forearms
our dogs chased the streetcar
and we let them
we never witnessed the goings-on
in the sprawled buildings
beyond the guards and gates
I think our dogs knew
but didn’t care
or didn’t want us to worry
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Hi OMG,
That last stanza is especially good.
Did you ever see the Peter Greenaway movie "The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover"? This poem just brought back images from that visual feast.
Hi Laura Lee, nice to see you here. I have seen the Peter Greenaway movie. He needs help. I've seen a few movies like that.
I love this poem!
Who wrote it?
Hal, unless otherwise attributed they are all written by Owl Meat Gravy.
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