Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that remains
Stagnating in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab

The morbid, muted body
Is dissected, lacerated and shred
Life is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go straight to my head

The trunk now depleting gristle
With bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation
I bludgeon as I ablate

Diluted spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the floor
Grotesquely dismembered
As the cavities I harshly sever

Stabbing at the trachea, chest with walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia

Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscope livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse
Bodily embalmed
And fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing
As the insides I unwrap

Finished with the fragments
A mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess
I hastily eviscerate

Advanced pyarthrosis
Let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion
Necrotic mutation

The gaping chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally disfigured
Another pathological waste

Flowing blood crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering stiff
I dismember with my saw

The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws"

The mortuary table
I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the remains of life
The slab now gleams

The evaporating reek of putrefaction
Gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces
In the bin I dispose

Advanced pyarthrosis
Let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion
Necrotic mutation