inches uphill, metal trolley heaped
with meat. His eyes like furnace flues.
He takes a deep drag from
the cigarette between his knuckles,
hovering amid the shoppers
like a Hiroshige hawk, claws dangling.
A woman with a look of studied
indifference brushes against him
& winces, flicking her sleeve clean
as if after his beheading
she had mistakenly dipped
her handkerchief in his blood.