Bone-Polisher

It lies before you juicy and gigantic
The contours they render you frantic
The sleek pipes and rough stone
Just tender flesh and bone
Awaiting your ravenous panic

You can smell them rigid and shivering
Your blades they hum with the quivering
Spinning wheels and grinding brakes
A giddy hunger you must slake
And reduce these ramparts to kindling

Sublime you glide through the carcass immobile
Resistance to this crazed menace is futile
These tools of your will
With wild sparks they spill
Out lamentations from their frames so fragile

Looking back on the ruins you canvas
Licking your lips - still slightly famished
Mad marks and smoking skids
Gazed at with wonder by the kids
A sooty signature of your fanciful nimbus