Yankee Meat

(Written for Hades' "50 Shades Of Decay" competition)





My love, my love
Bones white as a dove,
‘Neath grayed, rigid skin
As I slip you right in.

Ah yes, ah yes—
Your cold cock is best;
Dark and sinewy,
You’re headless because of me.

I sliced, I sliced
With my butcher’s knife,
Cutting and killing
Flesh so unwilling.

Hush now, hush now
There is no one around
For it’s finally after-hours;
Just you and me at the slaughterhouse.

Ecstasy in waves, ecstasy in waves,
In your blood I have bathed.
On meat hooks you sway,
My cattle-bull lover, today.

Ironically sweet, ironically sweet;
Business name:  “Yankee Meat”
The owners would certainly die from fright
If they knew what I do with the meat at night.