"The Cook" by Strozzi
A true cook with fake,
Red parts on her pale neck,
A small smile finds her
In the thriving firelight -
Gently she plucks feathers
Out of ten-some birds -
Geese, turkey, duck -
Their lifeless, flailing necks falling over the lip of the barrel
Filled with their blood -
A 15 pounder swings eerily from its tied feet -
Its wings open like it was going to take flight -
As the cauldron hisses with boiling water
She elegantly tosses them all in-
A feast that makes her smile-
Mashed potatoes
And making bird pot pies -
With a cobbler for dessert.
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