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Fetid Putrescent Whiffs [Demo] (2001)

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Long before I’ve examined the body or entered the tile-lined morgue
While I’m reviewing the official homicide files and removing my tools from their drawers
The decedent and the morgue is expertly prepared by underlings-faithful dieners and resident nurses
The procedure undertaken is always the same, from our tables to the backs of hearses
My interns were taught the fine art of cadaveric interviews, an ME’s sine qua non tradition
To arrange the body into what’s known in medical circles as
The Standard Anatomical Position.

They remove the corpse from the body bag
And hoist its heft onto the cold, steel slab
They prepare my tools for the surgery
And disrobe the cadaver for its necropsy.

Vitreous fluid reeks
Tissue samples stink
Excised organs leak
They stain my lab coat pink
Gurneys groan and squeal
Charred skin sloughs and peels
Bloody human veal
The odor makes me reel.

Standard-the procedure for hospitals and morgues
Anatomical-it enables complete dissection to inspect the gore
Position-its what pathologists and coroners are for.

Immortalizing decay with our Nikon camera before we ravage the body with our Stryker saw
Nimble fingers search for micro fibers as the skin is vacuumed for forensic evidence as required by law
Fingernails are scraped for blood and tissue, dermis debris lodged beneath the nail bed
Clothes are cut gingerly from the body with fabric cutting scissors, revealing a body stained red
Our forensic procedures are not taught in medical school, and are lost upon the average physician
The corpse, now nude, can be placed on its back and situated into.
The Standard Anatomical Position.

My assistants scrub and wash the corpse
With mild soaps and water, postmortem bath in the morgue
My tools are laid out, gleaming on the tray
The scene is set…I’m paged and on my way.

Bile, hot and thick
Post-mortem facial tics
Rotten skin so slick
My Stryker saw revs and kicks
Exsanguinated pale
Gas diseased and stale
The fumes I inhale
Dissected organs on the scale.

Standard-the procedure for hospitals and morgues
Anatomical-it enables complete dissection to inspect the gore
Position-its what pathologists and coroners are for.

The metal table gleams-scrubbed by my faithful team.
My talented medical assistants.
They’ve emptied the body bag-and checked its two toe tags.
And readied zip lock bags for evidence.

The cadaver spatter is impeccably cleaned; tools are washed, tiles are scrubbed and hosed down
The bedraggled floor is swabbed of its puddles and emptied into a bucket filled a foul ruddy-brown
Our plastic scrubs, now a red liquescent mess, are disposed of in the proper biohazard bin
My industrial-strength gilded rubber gloves are stripped and tossed as I lather my hands in the sink and rinse. . .

My dieners take out the biohazardous trash
And line the waste bins with fresh orange bags
They shave the cadaver’s hair for cranial dissection
And ensure that the autopsy is assisted to completion…
Faithfully arranging the corpse into the Standard Anatomical Position.

Standard-the procedure for hospitals and morgues
Anatomical-it enables complete dissection to inspect the gore
Position-its what pathologists and coroners are for
The carcass lies belching, eructing methane gas
Its thorax slightly heaving until the hot wind can finally pass
The offalent stench leaves everyone in the room repulsed and aghast.

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