| Dissecting The Caseated Omentum |
| | Feverishly savouring my sordid, charnel chore,
The rib cage and sternum I frenziedly bore,
Skin flayed and stripped as your torso is wrecked,
A grotesquely wrenched cavity now lays bare to dissect...
A granular amorphous mass is all that remains,
Of the peritoneum which enshrouds the rotted stomach,
Tubucular enlargements extend across the abdomen,
The gnarled cheese like clumps I now hack...
Necrotic tissue converted to casein,
Omental bursa caked and dried,
My dissection kit now quite bedaubed,
As I further sunder your rotted insides...
Blanketing the organs that once facilitated digestion,
Transversing the dead bowels like an apron over the intestine...
A dried crepitated mound of viscera,
Innards desiccated during caseation,
I gouge and excoriate my way through the guts,
Now ripped and mangled during desecration...
The disfigured gut now totally wasted,
I regard the disinterred stiff with a smirk,
Decomposed, dissected and dismembered,
I resplendently admire my handiwork...
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