sanguine verses (...of extirpation)

a darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve

grim cascades of light construct a blurry image

the fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff

rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour

heat up the stove

my banquet commence

amputate limbs

delicatesse in extremis

there is no taste

like human rosbeef

haute-cuisine

savoring every chunk that slides down the esophague

feasting on man i survive reluctant and digestive

sanguine

my culinary addiction

just doing my part in depopulation

another day

another night to rob the morgue

retrieving chunks to stew what i adore

exhuming chunks to flavor the casserole

i'm the grand chef brewing a new brand of food

feasting in man i survive

reluctant

and digestive

your relatives

i shove down my throat

feeding of hate

preying on man

cannibalism with a cause

little lumps of meat - adoring the flesh i eat

the dead no longer alone - in my belly to serve a better cause