Dis-assemby Line - Exhumed

Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward

Hone the keen of the scalpel’s dread blade

Scrub down the slab for toes yet to be tagged

And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made

Slice through the corpses that now lay before us

Postmortem butchery

Hack through the thorax with bonesaw and pick axe

Recreational pathology

In death we are brought to this, disassembly line

Our legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly line

On toe tags our epigraphs writ

Reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line

Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter

The trocar suctions sebum and bile

Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots

Staining forceps, hemostat and file

Rend through cold flesh, never minding the mess

Disorganized carnal junk heap

Slash limb, hands and feet, autopsy incomplete

Just another piece of dead meat

In death we are brought to this, disassembly line

Our legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly line

On toe tags our epigraphs writ

Reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line

Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder

An abattoir of the deceased

Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red

In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep

Tear out the brains of the sadistically splayed

Indignities heaped upon their expiration

Shred unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs

With macabre, sardonic vexation

In death we are brought to this, disassembly line

Our legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly line

On toe tags our epigraphs writ

Reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line