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