The aftermath of blunt force trauma crumpled in the morgue Crushed decedents pupled to rags, skin-wrapped splintered bones Splaying limbs bruised and rent, finding countless dents Reenacting comic flights, the graceless cause of death Pureed entrails porridge Organs jumbled raw New tenant in cold storage Brains pitched liquescent Teeth ground in maw Whole carcass quite putrescent Bodies struck by vehicles, impact sending flight Whiplash limbs twist midair, spinning from the plight Subjects fallen from great heights, hemorrhage on the ground Long bones jutting through torn skin, leaking pasty mound Blunt force trauma injury pulverizes subjects instantly Postmortem X-ray imagery tells the grisly tale Dislocating joint from bone, the corpse makes crepitating moans I dissect but quickly sew, completely overwhelmed Frame cracks and rifts Decedent lifts Pirouette through the air As tendons tear Tubs of sickly yellow fat spilled from dermal splits Carcass weighing ten less pounds from missing crime scene bits Scalp and skin dislodged and sloughing, draped in wrinled pules The wealth of trauma adds new pages to my growing file Slackened jaw unpinned Hinges open wide Forms a ghastly grin Eyes protruding pink Looking quite surprised They deflate and sink Puzzles reassembled Not one truly resembles Humanity at all (The stuff is an utter waste A shambles of a closed-casket case) Final flight recorded on the gragile human body A trip so terminal as to be without ignominy Evidence presented in crushed bits of scrap Flailing jellied form, a boneless pummeled sack Skein of tangled viscera wind fractured discs of vertebra Life-succinet ephemera: It's snugged uncermoniously Road debris embedded in the chalky, scraped riven skin Innards now revolt within and rupture sloshing froth Frame cracks and rifts Decedent lifts Pirouette through the air As tendons tear (Solo: elegy for the broken)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
