Butcher

bloodthirsty butchers
amicable time
slaughter the innocents
then grilled up to dine

split wide the carcass
guts to the wind
peel back the flesh
sliced nice and thin

a grind for the galley
blood black to drain
picking the meat off
white apron to stain

finger the mass
moist, soft, and pink
made to conform
briskets on the brink

tragic our torture
on fair creatures and fine
wet your sweet lips
on this most violent crime