Teaching kids how to make sausage
It’s not so pretty
How to marry the meat with the spices.
How to mix the fat with the flesh
How to kill the pig.
How to wash your hands.
To prepare the guts for stuffing.
It’s not so easy.
De temps en temp J’oublie.
And I write the same poem twice.
But the sausage is never the same
Twice.
It’s not a fast process.
When the whole town sees how
The sausage is made
There is no mystery in the meal
There is no fear in the food
The is no worry that the sausage
Knows something
We don’t.
Schwervon! 