i worked at the hospital
with dumb white dough men proud to never ever go into their own home kitchen
& if they knew the missus
would be out at bingo
theyd have their chicken dinner
in the canteen here
& theyd act all smug about it
like theyre goddamn winners
now i see the kitchen as where
its socially acceptable
to play with big steel knives
in a frenzy of flesh & fire
necking cooking booze
among the blood & bones
with power ballads on the radio
& even a freaking cauldron