The Carcass Derrick

I left a human all alone

Helpless. Wondering Why?

How could a human do all of this?

What have I become?

Love for revenge-consuming.

In my design of death a carcass derrick was born

(Assembled with death, fantasizing of the uses to come)

Rusty pulleys and hooks

For suspension of living carcasses

(Fashioned with actual human skin! That's just how we

do it on the farm.)

Alive or dead - hung upside-down and bled.

Into troughs - slides indiscernible slop

I hesitate - catching every last drop

If alive - can't run as legs are chopped off

When deceased - cleanup is with such ease

Sterilize - man-made human killing machine

All your fears now realized.

There, dripping, dangling and hogtied

Terrified.

Your whole life now marginalized.

There, disemboweled as we let you die.

Horrified.

Since when have you ever been so merciful?

I cannot recall a time you cared

With your intestines clenched in your hands

Now you scream for forgiveness

There can be no mercy in the carcass derrick

Alive or dead - shan't leave here with your head

Into troughs - rivers of blood, juice and snot

I rejuvenate - savoring every last drop

Never to scream again - your ugly head is now lopped

off