This is going to get messy.
so lay out some tarp
or whatever you have on hand.
Start with the head.
It’s not as easy as it seems
sawing through the body’s
scaffolding.
Patience helps — or power tools.
Got a bone saw? Even better.
Rrrrr, rrrrr, rrrr.
la cabeza detached.
Put it aside,
We’re going to need it later.
Legs and arms next,
detach them at the joints,
rrrr, rrrr, rrr.
Put them aside.
Left-over trunk,
Quarter it— like firewood.
Prepare a 200-liter pot,
you happen to have on hand.
You’ll need some lab-grade acid, heat it,
to increase the rate of dissolution.
Add the meat,
Get to stirring!
Watch your firewood melt, oily,
cream colored,
fat floating at the surface.
Bones will be left behind,
Things always get left behind.
So you have to destroy them,
leave nothing.
Use a hammer
Beat like a drum
til’ baby powder.
Now that your stew is ready,
hunger satiated,
Pour it into the nearest ocean.
Good stews disappear.
They become one in the same
Saltwater and oily fat,
Feeding each other.
Nutrients for the ocean floor.
Hope this helps!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My family and I spend a lot of time at my grandmother's house. Over the years, something peculiar has become a shared experience among us. One day, I caught a glimpse of a male figure moving out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but it didn’t stop there. I began seeing this figure regularly—walking past doors, standing still in the shadows—yet whenever I turned to look, no one was there. To my surprise, I wasn’t alone in this. Everyone in my extended family has seen him at some point, and over time, he’s become known to all of us simply as “the man.”