Drove off high speed to a warehouse
The still breathing body in the back
About to have a heart attack
As he was chucked on to a worktop
Two Black and Deckers held his hands in place
As a circular saw approached his fingers. He cringed.
The saw stopped. He relaxed. It jumped to life again
And sausages dropped to the ground
Gagged, he couldn’t scream in the darkness
A hideous grin was the only thing he could see
The man would have loved to hear his victim’s yelp of pain
But it would attract the police of course in vain.
Gathering his midnight feast from the ground
He licked the blood from one of the red-stained fingers
Around his mouth the blood lingered
Until he decided to snack on the fingers raw
Leaving the body overnight to sit and stew
In a pool of blood draining from his finger
And a chunk hacked out of his leg.
The man drove off in his estate of navy blue.
The chunk was bagged in plastic and
Taken back home where his wife and kids slept
A carving knife cut off the excess skin and fat
In the meantime in a pan fried garlic and onion
His family were used to his stained shirts and late nights
So they didn’t interrupt his meal under dimmed lights
Thinly sliced he served it up, a tomato for décor on the side
A delicious piece of thigh.
He ate greedily as he remembered he had to rise early for work
There was plenty more fresh meat in his store if he wanted more
Scrapping up the gravy with a piece of flesh soft bread
He hid any evidence and tootled off to bed
