We hold bloody conversation
over bread and dripping,
scent of a liposuction clinic blaze.
Your work is fascinating,
life itself’s twisting branches
pulled apart, sliced to consume.
We’ve spoken of head cheese
and pig’s cheeks, the industry plans
to make pork fashionable again.
Now, you describe tearing
the direct flesh network out,
watching second-hand thoughts,
the neural keys from A to B
as they bathe lazily at rest
in sticky, milky spine juice.
George Sandifer-Smith’s poetry has previously been published in The Cadaverine, Long Exposure Magazine, The Stockholm Review of Literature, and The Lampeter Review. He edited the 2014 poetry anthology The Wait in aid of Cancer Research, and regularly performs readings.