Soup for the Homeless

I carefully chop up celery,
Onion,
Carrots,
Potatoes,
Small leeks.
All sliced and diced and put
Into the pork broth of
Tonight's main course.

A dash of white wine into
The broth ans vegetables.
A sprinkle or two of
Thyme,
Oregano,
Parsley,
And kosher salt.

With a meat tenderizer,
I hammer the meat over and
Over,
Getting it nice and tender
Before using a cleaver to chop
It up into bite size pieces.
A little egg wash and flour bath,
I gently place the coated
Meat into the simmering broth.

Mmm, not even halfway finished
And the kitchen smells amazing.
Hopefully those I feed will enjoy
Such a meal.

Stirring slowly, I sip on some
Of the white wine myself
And let out a quiet, "aaaaah,"
Into the steamy air.
Sweet but not too sweet.

I look over at the remainder of the meat
And sigh, realizing that I had
An overabundance of it.
At least it'll last me some time
Before needing more.

With a bone saw, I begin to dismember
And store the remains in bags
Or small containers to later
Put in the fridge for future use.

With a ding, I jump and turn
To the source of the noise.
The timer above the stove
Went off as the soup slightly
Boiled over the rim.
Oh no, the soup!
I turn off the saw and rush
Over to the huge pot of
Bubbling soup and turn down
The heat of the stove.
That was close.

With the soup now at a low
Heat,
I begin to pour some into
Single use containers to hand out
To those poor souls are the park.
Fingers crossed they enjoy it
As much as I know I will.

I look over at the rest of the meat
And smile.
Staring into the cold, dead eyes of
My former roommate, I nod
And wave at the limbless corpse.
"I'll be back for you later, my friend.
But for now, time to feed the homeless."