Chunk Blower

In this world of concrete and machines

There are still many things to remind us we're human beings

A gigantic grinder

Fused of steel and turbine

Blades flay muscle from bone

Nobody dies alone

As hundreds wait for death

The sound of engines grinding

Every tissue, organ and lining, explode in a mulch of compost

Churning corkscrews of pain

Razor-sharp gears and cogs

For the creation of human sausage logs

The splattering of meat on flesh

Enzymes, acids and fats, trickle down into vats

Nightmarish humanoid mower

Behold, the chunk blower

Your grinded mash of arms and legs

Torsos and heads

Now hamburger meat

I've an extreme fetish for blood and meat

All over me

The body as a canvas

The art of murder upon blank skin

Fed into the grater

Exiting in chunks

Spattering the funk

Blended

Pureed

Human chunks

All over me

Pulverized

Sliced and diced

Carnified

All over me

Blood and thighs

Brains and eyes

Everything inside

All over me

Allow me to reiterate your worthlessness--now, reduced to ground beef