Feverishly savouring my sordid, charnel chore, The rib cage and sternum I  frenziedly bore, Skin flayed and stripped as your torso is wrecked, A  grotesquely wrenched cavity now lays bare to dissect... A granular amorphous  mass is all that remains, Of the peritoneum which enshrouds the rotted  stomach, Tubucular enlargements extend across the abdomen, The gnarled cheese  like clumps I now hack... Necrotic tissue converted to casein, Omental bursa  caked and dried, My dissection kit now quite bedaubed, As I further sunder  your rotted insides... Blanketing the organs that once facilitated digestion,  Transversing the dead bowels like an apron over the intestine... A dried  crepitated mound of viscera, Innards desiccated during caseation, I gouge and  excoriate my way through the guts, Now ripped and mangled during  desecration... The disfigured gut now totally wasted, I regard the disinterred  stiff with a smirk, Decomposed, dissected and dismembered, I resplendently  admire my handiwork...