Bins of pigs’ legs,
whole, hooves attached.
Legs stretched straight
like a dog jumping to greet you
or a person reaching high.
Legs suspended from hooks by ropes
– blue and red, like veins knotted together –
above the bar where the man takes your order.
Waiting for you to take a sip,
plastic cones hang from dislocated hips,
they’re there to catch the drips.