Blunt Force Flight

The aftermath of blunt force trauma crumpled in the morgue
 Crushed decedents pupled to rags, skin-wrapped splintered bones
 Splaying limbs bruised and rent, finding countless dents
 Reenacting comic flights, the graceless cause of death
 Pureed entrails porridge
 Organs jumbled raw
 New tenant in cold storage
 Brains pitched liquescent
 Teeth ground in maw
 Whole carcass quite putrescent
 Bodies struck by vehicles, impact sending flight
 Whiplash limbs twist midair, spinning from the plight
 Subjects fallen from great heights, hemorrhage on the ground
 Long bones jutting through torn skin, leaking pasty mound
 Blunt force trauma injury pulverizes subjects instantly
 Postmortem X-ray imagery tells the grisly tale
 Dislocating joint from bone, the corpse makes crepitating moans
 I dissect but quickly sew, completely overwhelmed
 Frame cracks and rifts
 Decedent lifts
 Pirouette through the air
 As tendons tear
 Tubs of sickly yellow fat spilled from dermal splits
 Carcass weighing ten less pounds from missing crime scene bits
 Scalp and skin dislodged and sloughing, draped in wrinled pules
 The wealth of trauma adds new pages to my growing file
 Slackened jaw unpinned
 Hinges open wide
 Forms a ghastly grin
 Eyes protruding pink
 Looking quite surprised
 They deflate and sink
 Puzzles reassembled
 Not one truly resembles
 Humanity at all
 (The stuff is an utter waste
 A shambles of a closed-casket case)
 Final flight recorded on the gragile human body
 A trip so terminal as to be without ignominy
 Evidence presented in crushed bits of scrap
 Flailing jellied form, a boneless pummeled sack
 Skein of tangled viscera wind fractured discs of vertebra
 Life-succinet ephemera: It's snugged uncermoniously
 Road debris embedded in the chalky, scraped riven skin
 Innards now revolt within and rupture sloshing froth
 Frame cracks and rifts
 Decedent lifts
 Pirouette through the air
 As tendons tear