Dissecting Life.

Sordid cage of pure spun soul,
Leathery folds of fleshy home,
White heart of man bursting to engulf,
The physical urge of hollow scum.
Finally overcome..

Rigid corpses laid-out bare,
Formaldehyde imbued on icey slabs of metal,
Dissecting room regimented,
Neat rows,
Nothing like the chaos and desperation of death.

Tortuous veins,
Devoid of blood,
Lifeless heart,
No more to thud,
 
Bones clothed in sinews,
Muscles and nerves,
Scientific map of God's Creation,
Tweezered out by eager medical students,
But no-one there to operate,
These vestiges of humanity.

Soul escaped soaring high above the firmament,
from bodies just a souvenir,
Of a life lived and now evaporated.