Salt looks like sugar

Bad brine spiced alkaline-soaked sodium chloride

Beef drippings, bacon racked and savoured serrano

Hanging drying in breezeless dog day dead

And then, this cur, wretched tramp just schlepps

Scraping old leather on grained hardwood so,

Letting calefication slip away

Through acute open crevice

The door lies ajar.

Hound growls deep, so deep

Dust shakes, peace shattered and

Sandpaper rough grit flies,

Powdered breath swirls

Tearing flesh, penetrating corpuscles, sinews shredded.

Why’d you come to see thews get ripped?

The mutt’s jaws drip, saliva lingers then slips.

Anticipation of shiv meets butchery.

Then this once sweet odorous place does turn sour,

Smoked sacchariferous swirls disperse and

With the heat escaping

So meat rots and putrefies.

Flies circle, swarm whisked up by rotten canker.

Mold blues fat, rotgut such unwholesome liquor

Pools, glides and fills woodgrain.

Meat spoiled, dog-eared and puckered so,

Salt looks like sugar.