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