A  sombre  study  in  an  ashen  shade  of  grey,  The  haunting  eyes  of  the  lifeless

Not  yet  rotten,  Embalming  fluid  stave  off  incursive  decay,  Chemicals  course

Through  passages  that  life  has  forgotten,  Preservatives  bubble  and  fume  shades

Of  jaundice  and  amber,  Sequestered  alone  in  my  embalming  chamber,  Unknowing,

Unseeing,  and  laid  spread-eagle  on  the  slab,  A  lackluster  piece  of  meat  I

Polish,  scrub,  and  swab...  Meticulously  grooming  and  brushing,  clipping  with

Care,  Each  detail  is  attended  to  as  I  drag  a  comb  through  the  hair,  I  beautify

The  blemished  face  of  the  deceased,  In  the  hopes  that  the  bereaved  will  be

Somewhat  at  peace...  This  is  my  endeavour  of  dubious  merit,  My  morbid

Application  of  sleight  of  hand,  A  charlatan  for  the  mourning  and  timid,  A

Touch  up  artist  for  the  dead,  gone,  and  bland...  To  sanitize  the  ghastly

Countenance  of  death,  Whose  true  rigors  are  best  left  unseen,  Powders,

Puffs,  and  chemicals  are  all  that  is  left,  A  corpse  made  to  strut,  prance,  and

Preen...  Romanticizing  rigor  mortis,  and  death  be  not  vain,  Caked  with  layers

Of  powder,  toner,  and  deceipt,  I  vomit  on  the  floor  at  the  leering,  smiling

Face,  Leaving  the  deception  not  yet  fully  complete...  My  make-up  kit  now

Callously  discarded,  No  more  use  for  toners,  blushes,  and  rouge,  Extracting

The  tools  of  dissection,  Forceps,  scalpels,  and  pins  I  eagerly  peruse...  A

Sanguinary  frenzy  now  ensues,  Carving,  rending,  and  generally  making  a  mess,

Carbonated  embalming  fluid  foams  from  vacant  eyesockets,  Splattering  and

Sullying  your  sunday  best...  Ineptly  mangled  and  randomly  remade,  Taking  a

Stab  at  plastic  surgery  on  human  remains,  Weaving  a  wretched,  fleshy  tapestry

Of  gore,  A  collage  of  tongue,  skin,  blood,  sinew,  and  brain...  Your  face

Stricken  with  total  disfiguration,  The  dignity  of  death  now  cruelly  erased,

Somewhat  innappropriately  dressed  for  the  somber  occasion,  No  pretense  remains

As  you＇re  sent  off  to  your  wake...