Just as the stars br closed their eyes to somnolence br and the sun greeted br us with its warm array, br the melting pot overflowed its broth br like lava spewed at Mt. Rainier. br br Some at working hours. br Some sitting down to soup. br Some already indulged. br Some awaiting their alarms. br br The stock like consommé br on a still, serene A.M. br turned bouillon’s pottage br to boils of turmoil and violent commotion. br br It was like: br br Minestrone of Vermicelli br Italian style; br Borscht of Russian’s Beet; br Lentil soup native to the world; br Thickened to creamy Bisque br And Gumbo’s okra pods; br Bouillabaisse’s Chowder of wine; br Became Vichyssoise br Potato cream soup. br br Then the mixture br became too thick br like mashed potatoes br stirred-up with strife br of steel that gave way br for all the world to see. br br Whatever the taste of br slow boiled food...: br vegetables, fish, or meat br this unique stew br triggered by extreme heat; br br You were the main ingredient br Osama bin Ladenbr br Carol D.