Dissecting the Caseated Omentum

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…