Chunk Blower-Cattle Decapitation

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