Jars

My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled, sealed, and stowed

Beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know

Preserved, my sustenance, to last the entire winter long

These jars, my precious meat brined

And pickled cuts of human beef



Row after row

A pantry full of enemies

Maintained and organized

A vast collection dear to me

Each one a toy of mine

I revisit them when I should eat

With zeal I recollect

That very moment of their defeat



Salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast

(In jars) vessels immaculate

Cylindrical and clean (Their heads in jars)

The lightless winter months

Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?



Here in my solitude

Fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)

Their facial features warp

The laughter never ends

My foe, I win



My jars innumerable, incalculable my pride

Trophies of my love to hunt

Taken to such egregious heights

Each one encapsulates

A visage of that fateful night

Of those who have met their end

By my ever still and sharpened skinning knife



Brown-sugared long pig, what a treat

Obscenely orgasmic to eat

For this scrumptious family recipe

I've saved you a seat



(In jars) Vessels immaculate

Cylindrical and clean (their heads in jars)

The lightless winter months

Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?



Here in my solitude

Fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)

Their facial features warp

Defiled unto no end

Again I win



Row after row, a pantry full of enemies

Maintained and organized

A vast collection dear to me



8-17-05, this collegiate girl did kick and fight

The next sow bled September 9th

Plucked from her tracks, out like the tide



(In jars) Vessels immaculate

Cylindrical, and clean (their heads in jars)

The lightless winter months

Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?



Here in my solitude

Fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)

Their facial features warp

Defiled unto no end

Again I win