Welcome To Butcherland, Don't Forget Your Bloody Apron
Robert Alan Wendeborn

You are a butcher and I am covered in fur. The fur means freshness, you say. I love how I am packaged for the holidays, I say. You slide your blade in and out of my folds. You treat my ingredients with such respect. I love your beautiful plumage, you say. But I am covered with fur, I say. But, you say, it's what's on the inside that counts.