Dead from the beginning

The corpse lies still
Eyes clouded milky white
The flesh soft and cold
Tinted dark with rigour mortis
Lashed to the metal table
Crusted and caked with blood
Operation carried out
White masked men, latex gloves
Scalpels descend
Piercing the soft white flesh
A breast is sliced free
Blood trickles from the arteries
Tossed to the floor
Piled up high
Spare parts wait in vain
Severed limbs, jars of eyes
Pulling out the intestines
Puncturing the bowels
Legs are left to await
A sadistic post mortem fate
With the scalpel blade
Into the labia incisions are made
Tear into the sockets
Eyeballs long removed
The reek of blood and decay
Of the recently exhumed
Tortured back to life
With scalpel blades and knives
Acid is poured
Resurrect this whore
To fuck long after death
Yields no thrill
But when drawing breath
There is still time to kill

The corpse sits up screaming
Straining the midsection
Bursting pus mixed with flesh
Rank with infection
Pouring out from the hastily applied stitches
A cauterised stump, the left arm still twitches
One leg intact
The other cruelly hacked
The skin peeled back
Acid burnt the flesh black
Oily residue seeps from the remains
A fully grown woman, a frightened child’s brain
I raped the cadaver and broke you apart
So how can I  love you? I helped you depart
The only thing left in my sick fantasy
To resurrect you, give you immortality
Was to assure you looked good when I brought you back
With a final touch added with the swing of an axe