A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The
haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten,
Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay,
Chemicals course through passages that life has
forgotten, Preservatives bubble and fume shades of
jaundice and amber, Sequestered alone in my
embalming chamber, Unknowing, unseeing, and laid
spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of
meat I polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously
grooming and brushing, clipping with care, Each
detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the
hair, I beautify the blemished face of the
deceased, In the hopes that the bereaved will be
somewhat at peace... This is my endeavour of
dubious merit, My morbid application of sleight of
hand, A charlatan for the mourning and timid, A
touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland...
To sanitize the ghastly countenance of death,
Whose true rigors are best left unseen, Powders,
puffs, and chemicals are all that is left, A
corpse made to strut, prance, and preen...
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Caked with layers of powder, toner, and deceipt, I
vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling face,
Leaving the deception not yet fully complete... My
make-up kit now callously discarded, No more use
for toners, blushes, and rouge, Extracting the
tools of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I
eagerly peruse... A sanguinary frenzy now ensues,
Carving, rending, and generally making a mess,
Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant
eyesockets, Splattering and sullying your sunday
best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade,
Taking a stab at plastic surgery on human remains,
Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry of gore, A
collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and
brain... Your face stricken with total
disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly
erased, Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the
somber occasion, No pretense remains as you're
sent off to your wake...