The Butcher of Whack-a-White
Mondays at the slaughter is hardgraft, blunt rhythmic steel on bone.Sheep hang their heads; muted nowas final sounds washed from stone by bucket-slosh and scrubbing brushsend offal into the stream. Flaxline the banks, keeping the ritoclean and safe. The butcher, tongue-trussed like poultry, ties wordstogether, saliva pools on sounds unknown, skips and drowns with the splutter, the…