Blood and Alcohol

The malaciated and olid viscera A causatum of the forensic dissection My task is to lavage the morgue I'm the morbid anatomy technician... I dispose of fetid organs and refuse With fervor I find I am embroiled Punctiliously picking up pathological pelf To shuffle off this mortal toil... With soap I daub, The instruments I swab, A very gory job... On my hands and knees I scrape Pools of sered cess Deodorize the stench Of this rotted human mess... Mopping up the macerated melena, I take a sponge to the imbrued walls Sterilizing the slab with bleach and cleanser, The blue tile is besmirched with the stains of... Blood and alcohol...