Exsiccated lagoon divulged a curio Ventilated by a lukewarm zephir Humid nidor, flavored with a dab of putrescine Soggy chunks, faceless unknown Soaked, tumescent tissues indicate a year or two Facial area covered with fungal stalactite No one will be able to decipher this grimace Olidous, misshapen pulp, piece by piece I warily secure Bloated façade rips, blackened bones disunite With every minor move, you’re becoming a bigger mess Erecting the corpse fused with ooze is quite a chore Ballooned abdomen releasing march gas Eruption of varmints and a few hydrous animalcules Your torso is the depot of maggot spores Inexorable by those phenomena, I’m continuing your salvage For this musty kelpie to become my masterwork Smallish fossa and a few malodorous stains- this is all what's left Secured corporeal chunks, packed in polyester, onward to my atelièr Resection is preceded by wiping you clean, turbid grease washed away Then trocar in peritoneum, drains all the fluids from inside Cannula release cascade of addled water with the accompaniment sound of fleeing gasses Your abdomen is a nidus of maturating bane, in the depths of your interior ebola multiplies Now the view becomes vitrescent, there is more impurities then the body of yours Mineralized skeleton in a bag from dead tissues, it seems like the lack of water accelerated your decay Hollowed carcass, ready for restoration With chisel and hooks I’m rasping bacterial fossil from the facial part of cranium From the amorphous mass, the human head emerged, is that teeths, or the conch? Looks like the currents rinsed the portion of your brain Pieces of death from a fucking bloodbath What’s thrown into water, shall be forever forgotten Pressure in your torso increase, embalmed with silt, exsiccated remains The next step of this gruesome jigsaw I’m matching the pieces together With bonesaw in clench, your ribcage is spread, forceps located What a shame, your innards are mostly useless Gooey pulps of gray and brown gelatin Pungent stench of frowst (I take another sniff) Heart will do, hollowed lungs unnecessary All the rest is flushed out, runs down to the ebb, you look quite empty (solo: “Skinned, fissured and reforged”) (solo: “Graveled periosteum & menstruum sniffing”) (solo: “Mildewy-bulk brimming suitcase”) Vacant skull, polished clean (put it to your ear and you’ll hear the sea) Trepan in hand, bones are bored Bromidic remains of skin, no use for recovery With scalpels and blades skinning in progres On the slab, into the furnace, crematorial fumes banter my sniff The plate is wiped clean, oddments prepared Recovered pieces enclosed in formaldehyde What’s hoisted from the water, will be preserved blotter It’s time to admire another masterpiece of my craft Wet pieces of death