| Lyrics: | My beloved autopsy ward, the product of hospital
architects
Inspected and approved by the
College of American
Pathologists
Adjacent to the morgue and behind the
administrative
receptionist
Kept under lock and key, available only to us
morbid
scientists...
Two stationary MedRaxR dissection slabs and a moveable
body
hoist
Their stainless steel plating scrubbed, sanitized, and
still moist
The tables are
set at regulation height to avoid
unnecessary strain
Disinfected water pumps and aspirators
wash debris
down the drain...
White tiled walls...epoxy sealed floor
Adequate overhead
lighting...to grossly explore
Tools of the trade...filed away in drawers
10,000 square
feet...of legally sanctioned gore
Morgue design, of the most practical kind
Dictates the
efficient dissection of your fellow
mankind
The layout of the autopsy ward should be
nefariously
refined
And elevate necropsy to an art, for those so inclined...
Air
conditioning design and primary system ventilation
Enable complete aeration of formaldehyde
fixative in
dissection stations
The ventilation hoods and exhaust design steal the
odor
of putrefaction
And are in accordance with the Occupational Safety and
Health
Administration...
Cabinet space...for microbiological supplies
Medical twine...for the
closure stitches I tie
Bone saw whine...a postmortem lullaby
Dictation equipment...court
records to testify
For my StrykerR saw, disassembled and cleaned
I pen this requiem, in
honor of the remains it's seen
For my StubenhauerR scalpel, sharpened and honed
I compose
this sonata, for the autopsies it's
performed...
The whiteboard conveniently located next to
the
hanging organ scale
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