The Specimen lies there on the stone
Fluids bubbling from his nose
Tongue protruding from his mouth
Eyes all swollen popping out
Slice him open across his throat
Cut through muscle tissue and bone
Crimson blood spills on me
One more twist his head comes free
Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
Cutting off the rotting palms
Wrap them up tight, put them in jars
Score from chest to pubic bone
Pull apart and cover your nose
Take out the stomach kidneys & liver
Serve up fried for a dainty dinner
Split the diaphragm under the ribs
Find the lungs, put your hands in
Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
Hang the body in the shed
Using meat-hooks through the legs
Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
Like the others from the past
The naked belly, full of cysts
Smells so good, I cant resist
I know inside this ones the best
As I eat the rotting chest