Masterpieces - Exhumed

With meticulous precision, layers of vanity are flayed

The facade of human beauty now a frail husk

A gleaming vision of the human essence displayed…

Beyond the pretenses of aesthetic appraisal

Design and decomposition mesh

Each sanguine sinew and tendon lay revealed

Another world that lay beneath the flesh…

A study in still lifelessness

What has become of the deceased

From the death artist’s bucket of blood

My latest masterpiece…

A ruddy complexion is the natural result

When the clotted blood congeals in the cheeks

Though my latest victim has not yet begun to decay

The escaping rectal vapor still reeks…

To transform a stiff into a work of art

Is a daunting task to undertake, I confess

Rearranging the broken limbs can be quite a chore

But hacking up innards arouses me best…

A study in still lifelessness

What has become of the deceased

From the death artist’s bucket of blood

My latest masterpiece…

It was his fatal misfortune to consent to be my model

Though the end result was likely not as he preconceived

A hasty pulverization of the cranium left him senseless

And with a single incision of the throat, of his life he was relieved…

Viscous bodily excretions act to revitalize my empty canvas

A work in my preferred medium — that of the human carcass

Soon this macabre masterpiece will begin to decompose

Until then your mutilated cadaver strikes a lovely pose…

Forceps, pins and scalpels all come into play

As each layer of human dignity is crudely swept away

Barbed wire, entrails and sinews are skillfully intertwined

A half ransacked corpse in the store room left behind…

Skewered eyeballs and brain at last set in place

A leering putrid mockery of your once human face

Redefining aesthetic values with this visionary piece

Let art begin where life has ceased…

A study in still lifelessness

What has become of the deceased

From the death artist’s bucket of blood

My latest masterpiece…