Chummified

The sport of killing.

Hanging by hook and 1,000lb test

Predator vs. predator

To turn these waters red

The sharks go berserk

They circle the boat

We hide with machetes and knives

Ambush and cut their throats

Chopped up, chunks, cuts

Frozen in buckets of blood

With my trusty machete

I carve the parts to summon the sharks

Lurking around the jetty

In a frenzy they're circling, their incisors ready

To masticate and to munch

These things you call humans but we call it lunch

They smell it from miles away

I stand at the dock now a butchering block

Smashing, hacking, laughing.

We carry a payload

Chopped torsos, heads and limbs

Ground into a mulch

Frozen and chummified

Intestines.

Fresh organs

Left on the dock, reeking, cokked by the sun

So pungent

Disturbing

Vomiting induced an mixed with the chyme.

This is blood

Not ashes

No mourning

No love

Sharks go berserk

When the blood starts to spurt from the stern

To the bow human chum is thrown out

They never thought

This would be the way they'd eventually die

Shredded into bite-sized pieces

A human goresicle

Knee-deep in intestines

Gray soupy mixture resembling chyme.

Sloshing heaps mobilized by waves distributing the piles

Granulized

Homocide

Chummified