Covering the Mirrors

After a funeral, they were covered with black cloth, / some draped with shawls like a scalloped valance. / … anything to shroud the odd-shaped mirrors, / though sometimes a corner was exposed like a woman / whose ankle peeks forbidden from under a long skirt. A poem by Carol V. Davis.

The Butcher

With a smooth blade, he slit the throats of steers, / drained the blood into a bucket, salted the meat / to make it fully kosher. A poem by Carol V. Davis.