CHILI SIN CARNE

 

Sun’s zenith

Slow cooker

Tamed the hard shells

Of red beans

Softening for civilization

Introducing them to

Bright red cayennes

Shiny green jalapenos

And solar-grown corn

Birthed in a sandy corner

Of a yard blanketed with

Black cow manure

Tall, proud grain

Evading the larva

Of the stink-bug

Stretching in the rain

Tempering the passions

Of fiery vegetables

Along with Nightshade tomatoes

Kin to the Deadly herb

Meat? What’s chili without

Bobbing bits of the

Greasy treat?

Soy protein extender

Serves the purpose

Buried in the heat

Of the peppers

But the sun smiles sadly

Because the heart

Can no longer tolerate

The central core

Of the divine

Now there is substitution

Any more,

It’s an aging solution…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My luscious cayennes