One-On-One Skirmish in War

Lend me a crushed ear,
A juicy smear of dermis, and
I shall blast ye of your world
Upon a barrel furnace
Flaring orange of an instant!

Now first, please rip apart my being:
Sunder me oh! plunder please the
Writhing flesh upon my bones and
Leave it naught of
Living life – kill to
Bleeding cinders; embers of an ex.

Recuperation? Never! no!
Otherwise to suffer minds –
Bowels and all to wither
Aren’t on offer –

Only desperate tears to flee! Now
Let me in and I’ll remove
Your rhythmic timer – the
Pumping tinderbox to feed
A vox humana pleading for its life;
The reaper’s chimer

Sees you burn,
Hears you spurn your soul –
Your screaming head – top flesh;
Dead mesh – mesh of death! No
Breath from breast! No
Beat or heat from rising ribs –
How neat, the meat in
Death together!