Stepping through
Fear – shit
Smell hot, warm blood,
Hear sounds of laughter.
Bitter fingernails,
Stained back arching,
Wide eyes- scared,
Or was it excitement?
Stepping through fear-shit
Smell fresh warm blood and
Hear sounds of slaughter
Spring loaded bullet left gun
The process of dying had already begun.
 
I lost myself
(I loose myself sometimes)
In the place between desire and disgust.
Watching him sharpening  knives
Skin split- flayed
Flayed-knives –sharpened.
Steam rising from hot bodies
Inside out split open
Naked, dripping, hot, dead.
The process of decomposition ‘s begun
 
Hung uniform rows of rotting flesh
Nameless
When you take off the skin
They all look the same
Then the destruction is easy
Find another as he left the last to die,
And the process went on …
Fragmented
Disguised
Consumed
When does cow become beef
Flesh become meat
And the evidence of the bit between
Washed away
Hot steam mingles with blood vapour rising
All traces eliminated until the water flows clean
Then inspected in death more intimately than ever in life;
 
POSTMORTEM
 
Decomposition begun
When does child become adult
Living become dying
 
Suddenly still suddenly quiet
Calm
Empty
Warning signs remain
Someone had been rubbing
The palm of their hand
Over dust on glass and
Traces of the fingers remain
Spectators
Watching without seeing then
Turning away
Traces of the damaged slashed
Splashed
Blood and rust left to mingle
Eventually look the same
Ropes from the ceiling, redundant machines
Still swing and echo the rhythm like ghosts
Aching to start up again
The worn bits telling tales like
Threadbare patches in carpets
 
Nothing is waiting no more
And spectators have moved on
To the next spectacle
Noise of life unaware goes on outside
Whats alive
Whats dead
And what matters?
He mistook need for desire and
I mistook love for fear
Eat this shit he said (in silence)
And come back to me for more and more
He said
There is no such thing as an ugly cunt
Flesh wanting sex all looks the same
Splayed
He cut insides out and
Left the head dangling
Then walked through my blood laughing in
Open toed sandals
Look at me im wide open again
Plagued with the parasites that give nothing
Except disease
Spectators return and pretend
They’re not looking
They eat the beef and deny the cow
Ever existed
Blind and stupid
So here we are now
In a place where the name of the living
Is the same as the name of the dead.