“Meat
We bought from the butcher’s once,
half a pig, and with
the efficiency of hunters
or pork connoisseurs maybe, we
made our portions
marvelling at the shape and heft
of each one, a shoulder smooth
of sinew, rippling meat
firm under a delicate blanket of fat
this is the belly we point out,
it will find tenderness,
surrender,
with our sharp hungry teeth”