Dissecting room- my playground parlor Overtime, shovel in hand, and head to the burial place In the communal cemetery, a place for bums and forgotten, I’m parenting my pursuit Nosegay and photograph into trash, it’s time to snork in a fresh grave In lofty perspiration the coffinous yield Oxidised shovel loosen quaggy quicksand with ease Solid mahogany lid, inwardly besmirched with mold Is mercilessly shattered in salient olfactory cacophony and sour tang - insalubrious mephitis Now I meticulously peruse, vista of menace and execrable distress Ghastly figuration frozen in twisted positioning What are thee, some unholy fecal and stiff hybrid? Here we see the textbook example of fæces of death Bloated shell to the limits of endurance Deformation I’m dipping my hand into this quagmire Perspiration Oleaginous tallow laced with ano-excretions Realization You’ve been soaked in this for a week or so Asphyxiation To my pectoral I appose your decomposing face Erection of torso from this emetic isinglass resulting in mud bubble by volatile fumes Buried in excreta Escherichia coli is what’s bothering your brain Stinking ascites and hydrocephalus Only yellow dental remains can be spotted on this tarry abstract Excavated from diarrheal marinade Cause of death- embalmed with fæces Investigating the effects of gravity on corpses, the fluids flooding their interiors arouse me- exudate the dead I keep them in bathtubs for weeks, softening like a biscuit, always in different circs- exudate the dead Hanged upside down, I’m watching swollen heads as fun Sometimes they are drained through eyes, sometimes I dissect, however I always lick the leftovers- I exudate the dead I’m immersing bodies in boiling water- glancing at dermal effluvium Mass islets in basins- black epidermis shrinks Soft, overcooked odoriferous cadaver- ossuary brims with Cronenbergian caricatures Mandatory winch usage for your separation from the encampment Bemire skin is to slimy for my latex grip Hacked ischium and clavicles, you are levitating in a grotesque manner Thanks to the gravity, the body fluids fill up the abdomen Trocar is aimed in portentously flagging tumor (solo: “Hexagonal bathtub brimmed with liquesced fodder”) (solo: “Employment of acicular punch and pliers to remove the cannula, sucked by increasing intrinsic pressure”) (solo: “Subcutaneous laparoscope maneuvering in order to unclog intra-vascular tract, occluded with clots and petrified particles of feces”) (solo: “Organoleptic mapping of defunct labyrinthine Onto my face and straight to the mouth I’m drowning into what’s plumps you Stiff are bleeding on me, not with a blood but septic cess Paludal acidic mass swirl under my eyelids Burning eyes Linty mold on a green flesh The last I remember before the niagara Coffin nutritional trough is nearby, sutures rupture, Black tar is tinged with pus, pasted orifices, I can’t breathe Solidifying grease glissando, head down The lid fall itself It’ time to snork in a fermented grog My spinal cord smashed by lacquered vice Suffocating on chyme and feces of the dead Investigating the effects of gravity on corpses, the fluids flooding their interiors arouse me- exudate the dead I keep them in bathtubs for weeks, softening like a biscuit, always in different circs- exudate the dead Hanged upside down, I’m watching swollen heads as fun Sometimes they are drained through eyes, sometimes I dissect, however I always lick the leftovers- I exudate the dead Quadriplegic, semi-alive burial in a methane capsule I got what I deserved