Blunt Force Flight

The aftermath of blunt force trauma crumpled in the morgueCrushed decedents pulped to rags, skin-wrapped splintered bonesSplaying limbs bruised and rent, finding countless dentsReenacting comic flights, the graceless cause of deathPureed entrails porridgeOrgans jumbled rawNew tenant in cold storageBrains pitched liquescentTeeth ground in mawWhole carcass quite putrescentBodies struck by vehicles, impact sending flightWhiplash limbs twist midair, spinning from the plightSubjects fallen from great heights, hemorrhage on the groundLong bones jutting through torn skin, leaking pasty moundBlunt force trauma injury pulverizes subjects instantlyPostmortem X-ray imagery tells the grisly taleDislocating joint from bone, the corpse makes crepitating moansI dissect but quickly sew, completely overwhelmedFrame cracks and riftsDecedent liftsPirouette through the airAs tendons tearTubs of sickly yellow fat spilled from dermal splitsCarcass weighing ten less pounds from missing crime scene bitsScalp and skin dislodged and sloughing, draped in wrinkled pulesThe wealth of trauma adds new pages to my growing fileSlackened jaw unpinnedHinges open wideForms a ghastly grinEyes protruding pinkLooking quite surprisedThey deflate and sinkPuzzles reassembledNot one truly resemblesHumanity at all(The stuff is an utter wasteA shambles of a closed-casket case)Final flight recorded on the fragile human bodyA trip so terminal as to be without ignominyEvidence presented in crushed bits of scrapFlailing jellied form, a boneless pummeled sackSkein of tangled viscera wind fractured discs of vertebraLife-succinet ephemera: It's snugged unceremoniouslyRoad debris embedded in the chalky, scraped riven skinInnards now revolt within and rupture sloshing frothFrame cracks and riftsDecedent liftsPirouette through the airAs tendons tear[Solo: elegy for the broken]