In the meat shop, people gathered On the iron suspension, torsos hung by, obscuring the vision off the haggard old hyderabadis Pale red flesh around the bones is the one I long for Men watched, absorbed in the moment as the young man plucked testicles, one by one, off the hung impediments Behind the platform strewn with dishes full of brain, guts, and flesh were teenage boys who busied themselves with tossing bones into a heap by the corner with precision, with knit eye brows, laying the haunches before him, butcher sliced softly the slackened puff of a thigh with the blade puckered in its teeth, a thawed leg bone's epithelial embracing tissue was dropped into my black bag An experienced hand drew many hands of blade into the boneless collect, mincing it to my liking The emptied sacks of pitted torsos, like the street lamps, flickered, my mammallian mind lingered heavily on them Outside, a harmless young boy waited patiently, swish -swish, he dragged his slippers on the tiled flo...