EDIT 1
Decapitated cadaver
on a frigid morgue slab,
what exactly was it
that brought you to my lab?
Were you a cheating spouse
who paid a hefty price
or a rat fink caught
selling out to guys in Vice?
Was your noggin taken
by a murderer in heat
or did your dealer decide
your pimped out ride was sweet?
Did you shake a shark's fin
and then neglect to pay
or, heavily insured
did you get in wifey's way?
Found in a dumpster
dressed in Hefty's best
dropped on my doorstep
at the head M.E.'s request.
Incinerated fingertips
without a whorl to spare,
makes for morbid musings
as I ponder from my chair,
were you maimed post mortem
or while lucid and aware?
What a mystery you are,
my nameless, headless friend
but I'm a savvy sleuth
soon to know what caused your end.
I haven't touched you yet
but my query now begins
as I carve a Y incision
into your waxy skin…
autopsy's been suspended,
there is no C.O.D.,
as those who've never lived
simply can't be dead, you see.
My students found it funny
to reuse a spooky prop,
now we'll see just how amusing
they find careers in pushing mops.
Dedicated to Sebastian, who inspired this piece.
Needed some fun, hence this. I'm still working on it, there are bumps, any and all suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, my lovelies.



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