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Any thoughts, have been destroyed
Sucked out by tubes, into a can
By a dark and sinister man

My eyes are dull, staring straight ahead
Like wearing blinkers, as I lie on his bed
Just an object, a slab of meat with no life
For the man, to dissect with his knife

He cuts at my wrist, but I feel no pain
Blood drips onto the sheet and starts to stain
Drills through a bone, scoops marrow out with a spoon
Puts it in a jar, labeled, to be studied soon

He cuts round my skull, my brain he removes
Feels the texture and studies the grooves
Labels it abnormal, places it on a plate
To be dissected, at a later date

It's been two hours, the man he is through
Stitches me back together and cleans me too
Puts a tag on my toe, covers me with my sheet
It's back to the chiller, for this slab of meat
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Autopsy

Contributed by parkman on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 05:33:14 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

My mind is blank, it's totally void
Any thoughts, have been destroyed
Sucked out by tubes, into a can
By a dark and sinister man

My eyes are dull, staring straight ahead
Like wearing blinkers, as I lie on his bed
Just an object, a slab of meat with no life
For the man, to dissect with his knife

He cuts at my wrist, but I feel no pain
Blood drips onto the sheet and starts to stain
Drills through a bone, scoops marrow out with a spoon
Puts it in a jar, labeled, to be studied soon

He cuts round my skull, my brain he removes
Feels the texture and studies the grooves
Labels it abnormal, places it on a plate
To be dissected, at a later date

It's been two hours, the man he is through
Stitches me back together and cleans me too
Puts a tag on my toe, covers me with my sheet
It's back to the chiller, for this slab of meat

Copyright © parkman ... [ 2004-04-06 17:33:14]
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Re: Autopsy (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 05:45:30 PM AEST
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eww eww EWWW, sorry... but no, i think: EWW. yea, that's all, writing yes, topic no, EWW... okay, i'm done. lol.. sorry... but eww! ;0)
~Remy~

Re: Autopsy (User Rating: 1 )
by ConfusedPancake on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 06:30:15 PM AEST
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i've never ever read poetry about someone describing an autopsy. so i found this really facinating. it's kind of a weird subject for poetry. but nevertheless you've managed to pull it off. job well done. it's dark and moody and quite the "ew" as remy put it. but i like it.

Re: Autopsy (User Rating: 1 )
by twinkletoes on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 08:35:36 PM AEST
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I guess you never hear of anyone complaining about their own autopsy...yuk...you got me going.

tt

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