Offal

The casket is exhumed

Turfs piled beside the grave

A stagnant mass awaits me

Deep in the gloom

The boxes lids I open

Distraught desecrating

The fumes are penetrating

I am eructating

I vomit

I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents

I dig up cold earth

Exhumed turfs I disperse

I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents

The open casket reveals the rot

Into weak stomach I slide my hands

Intensifying fumes I like to snort

Colon and small intestine

Sliced and ripped out of the foul body

Duodenum I minch all should be treated equal

Rotten stool and urine

Spurt out of fermented organs

I discharged and raped putrified giblets disembowel

Decrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and gutted

I eviscerate stomach and cysts

Liver is torn and twisted turning inside out

A fermented offal discharge disembowel

Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags

As basic for my culinary

Putrefied internal fragments

Fermented offal discharge