This Is Why Some People Never Go Hungry

She died

in a pool of blood

Red blood then

Brown crusts now

Her eyes

Staring sightlessly into the sky

They used to be a blue grey

Now they're mushy and bland

I bet they taste mushy too

You can feel her skin

Once pale and smooth

Now wrinkled and rotting

And bloody and grey and blue

Maggots

Crawl in and out

Of eye sockets

And the nose and mouth

And even the ears too

They've eaten her up

From the inside out

I look down

On this grotesque

Disturbing spectacle

And I think to myself,

"What a beautiful way to die"

"Supplementing nature"

And I take her bones and grind them while watching the maggots feast

I make them into ceramic

If you can make ceramic with cow bones, why not human bones?

And then I melt them into little pots and paint them red with her blood

I take the maggots and squish them, one by one

I fill the pots with their insides

Oh, there's enough bone to make one more pot

a big pot is made

and I take her head off of her body and stare at it

"This would make wonderful soup"

My cackles

Ring into the night

As blood

Stains my lips

And dribbles down my chin

And I enjoy

My soup

My steak

My pots and pans

My life

as an undertaker