Deep in the butchery

spurs a concoction of human innards

Sauteed and boiled with poultry and swine

The stench is unbearable

Twitching, severed, lifeless

To be ground into filler

Grade D yet edible



Innocent you lie-the stench wont die!

In bloody piles of swine-my god, the stench!

Blistered and cauterized-stench of burnt flesh!

Of bovine and swine-and sapien rinds



Intestines and fatty tissue swept aside, theres more

in line to die