Charred neighborhood

Do you have fire?
Have you ever smelled your own burned flesh?
I know that i have scars on my hands.
I like that smell of smoke, gas, and matches.
Untiring with my patients,
Unmerciful with the flames.
House on fire, all that remains are cremated bodies.
A strong smell of meat invade the neighborhood.
Some people run on the streets.
The panic possesses their minds.
Ill their families are deformed and dead.
I laugh of happiness.
Nobody catch me I'm hidden and
I see everything that is happening. Browned skin, Bleeding muscles,
Charred hair and heads,
Pieces of bodies, I help to rescue the cadavers.
Touching all the burned flesh,
pieces of bones and organs.
Deformed corpses,
cooked and fried meat,
like in a big Sunday BBQ, toasted ribs,
sweet human meat.