The knife slices strips of flesh from the carcass
We prepare, mince and marinate
Winter salamis, prosciutto, capacolo
Imagine how anger stabs at you
Sorrow for the sacrificed maele.
Deep ladle scoops and holds
Tears of liquid, laps the sides and slurps
Its messy business sucking it up like soup
Gets all over your face and on your top
Imagine how sadness stoops to supress.
Grates the parmesan that gets stuck in rusty sharp teeth that are difficult to clean
Imagine how fear prickles your throat, unsettles, itches at you
Hard to swallow
Like the act of grating something hard
You constantly breathe out
Forget to breathe in
Flushed, hot raised heartbeat.
Like the stainless-steel mallet bangs at the chicken snitzel
Got to even it out
Order! ORDER! like a court room judge
You judge yourself banging at the chicken flesh that comes apart
Will I ever get it right?
Imagine how guilt knocks you around
Bruises your intellect, damages your intent.
One by one
Each reminds you to let go
And in the act of cooking
Preserve the lessons learnt.