of raw meat
against the concrete floor
thick blood
oozing over the edge
of the metal table
the split splat
of congealed
fluid striking
the drain cover
the knife makes
its work quick
sharp in the pale light
flashing above his head
ligament comes away
from bone
with a snap
bone cracks
as it is manipulated
and forced from the sockets
flesh hangs
in strips from the ceiling
red and lurid
like grotesque flags
signaling
a dead parade
now the cleaver
flashes up and down
chop chop chopping
at sinuous tendons
and fleshy mounds of muscle
bloody steaks
and pale fat
carefully ground meat
packaged all up for the freezer
brown paper hiding
those sliced and diced
bits of tasty corpulence
those meals
to future mouths
watering in anticipation
this flesh so strange
so buttery
so lithe and lean
dinner will be an event
of vigor and robustness
tasted upon the fatted tongue
he will pull your chair out for you
bow deeply at the waist
fill your glass with garnet wine
and on the meat of blackened paradise
you will dine
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