– poem – meat mincer –

Regretting
today
the passing
of the hand-operated, table-clamp meat mincer
the one
just big enough
to put your hand in
although
once you’d done your fingers
the palm bones would jam

That’s memories for you
always rose-tinted
until you remember
the grisly details

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