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 SANGUINE VERSES (...OF 
 
 A darkened  re-opening at the stroke of twelve
 Grim  of light construct a blurry image
  fridge-cage opens serving up a putrid stiff
 Rusted tools will serve  the carnal plat du jour
 
 Heat up the stove, my banquet 
 Amputated limbs,  in extremis
 There is no taste, like human  haute-cuisine
 
 Savouring every chunk  slides down the esophagus
 Feasting on man I survive reluctant  digestive
 
 Sanguine,  culinary addiction
 Just doing my part in 
 
 Another day, another  to rob the morgue
 Retrieving chunks to stew  I adore
 Exhuming chunks  flavour the casserole
 I'm the  chef brewing a new brand of food
 
 Feasting in man I  reluctant and digestive
 Your relatives, I shove down my 
 Feeding of hate, preying on  cannibalism with a cause
 
 Little lumps of meat - adoring the flesh I 
 The dead  longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause