she sells veg at

a market stall

red raw flesh is not her bag at all

 

shuddering at

a carcase hung

spring lambs slaughtered far too young

 

inconsistent,

she likes my meat

licks and sucks and chews it neat

 

often rare if

I worked away

then it hardly leaves her mouth all day

 

when it's overdone

meat makes her sore

but ointment brings her back for more

 

my tender loin

puts beef to shame

tastier than the wildest game

 

meat upon meat

engorged with blood

we feast the way no vegan could