Blood and Alcohol

The malaciated and olid viscera

A causatum of the forensic dissection

My task is to lavage the morgue

I'm the morbid anatomy technician...

I dispose of fetid organs and refuse

With fervor I find I am embroiled

Punctiliously picking up pathological pelf

To shuffle off this mortal toil...

With soap I daub, The instruments I swab, A very gory job...

On my hands and knees I scrape

Pools of sered cess

Deodorize the stench

Of this rotted human mess...

Mopping up the macerated melena, I take a sponge to the imbrued walls

Sterilizing the slab with bleach and cleanser, The blue tile is besmirched with the stains of...

Blood and alcohol...