The town where I grew up
was small, ugly and smelledlike burning blood.
Most of the dads and
a lot of the mums andheaps of the big brothers and sisters
worked at the Freezing Works.
Thousands of cows and sheep
and even a few hundred pigs
would get trucked in, slaughtered,chopped up and packaged
in cling film each day.
The burning-blood smell
came from the incineratorwhere
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