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