Raw meat bleeds Stark against white sink Drain sucks away traces. Blood-tarnished mallet Beats the meat Salt on wounds. Oven's fiery eye Face-slapping heat Sears bloody surfaces. Ravaged souls Await burnt offerings Served on a silver platter.
So many ways you could take this. Always the literal way and you are watching a butcher do his magic, or in my sick little mind...it's a man slicing into his fresh kill preparing himself a meal.
I like your words usage. Each line with purpose. The description create a vision of blade, knifes and blood. Many thing will be served on a silver platter. Last lines were my favorite. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote