How did you die? Oppressed by laxity (demoted to the end of the hierarchy) Sour draff In a steel vale- liquids and fluids of a recently dead What is it awaiting me inside (I won't fail to check) Latent arcanes of rigor mortis and foggy retinas Pragmatically I evaluate this jigsore quandary As the acidic silt permeates through black bags Every next enigma, haunts me alike Unbinding in a ignoble odour Decomposed bodies tells us a tale If you are a surgical non-illiterate Coroner’s apron imbibe perspiration Excitatory delirium psilosis, discharged in a sordid sink Byzantine limbs in disarray, ghastly pallor Dismembered cadaver, dislodged phalanges Askant separated mandible, but lack of a head Psoriatic epidermis, lurid scent (solo: “Earnest audit and olfactory degustation of aqueous stubs”) (solo: “Latent traces of crime elicitation”) Stiff by stiff, Dead after dead Under scalpel, Dead after dead On the slab, Dead after dead Stitch them up, Dead after dead How did you die? What bothers those skeletal remains? Wordless conversation with bacterial husk Unsecured wreck, bifurcated on polypropylene bags Cannula penetrates mildewy torso Steel skin clips and retractors in usage I sleuth clinical death Evading cleaved ribcage, I’m cutting off viscera Fragrant parenchyma of a curdled stiff Greenish stains decorate sloughed tissues Odoriferous tank water pours out of the depth of abdomen Organized with coronary tags The cause of death is in the missing head Kelpic fillet, washed from crimson Saporous foam from cleansed wounds Blackened sanguis frozen in sylphlike streams Lacerated cuts, particularly by water animals (solo: “Perfusion of fluted bones, consumed by humus with corrosive saline”) Dismantled and stitched from the bases Prepared on the crematorium slab You’ll stay unidentified forever Putrefied cadaver pulverized to a coke Another conundrum is arriving With a frangible craniofacial Here the workflow is never slow In a sterile, surgical premausoleum Stiff by stiff, Dead after dead Under scalpel, Dead after dead On the slab, Dead after dead Stitch them up, Dead after dead, after dead, after dead That's the way of forensic necro-pathologist in this zoetrope of rot