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