I mean, I tried to
alarm restaurants, you know
with olive oil and thyme, and once
in Brazil with chimichurri.
Let me correct myself, only
with thighs, I replied.
I watched a voice hold on to legs
and crave a living thing
shot, plucked, and roasted.
The carnage of thighs
slowly melting in salt.
From pages 71-72 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).