Best Autopsy Poems

"The Autopsy"
They wheeled his body into the room. 
Covered with a clean white sheet.
The doctors were methodical, 
yet at the same time quite discreet. 
They studied it in sections, one area at a time.
and although their search was thorough, 
there were a few things they...

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they peel back my skin
like old wallpaper,
the stink rising
as the organs, bruised and bloated,
spill out like forgotten secrets.

the saw hums,
cutting through bone like butter,
the ribs cracking open
to a cold, fluorescent light
that never flinches.

the heart, heavy, useless now,
is weighed and tossed aside,
just another lump of meat
in...

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Autopsy of someone I used to know 

Im staring at the figure of someone I have forgotten to know 
She wears her hair down
And her wide eyes stare at mine. 
She looks a lot like me, she has the same grimace, the same gaze. 
Even...

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I cannot love you.

At least, not anymore.
If even there was ever love left in the cacophony 
Behind my burning eyelids,
The osseous cavity that I emptied 
Out like bathwater into the sea.

I am not who I was.

I am not okay with what I have become.
I drug...

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AUTOPSY OF A FEMININE

Femme fa-tale

Spoken from the lips of modesty

But wondrous to those that thrives on ego

Known bearer of a continuous sequel of generations

As some reflect, a borne to desire

And to most; you cannot do without

The vast calls them the specie of tenderness

Also an attractive...

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Autopsy

My words are my scalpel
My incision precise
My organs are splayed
My veins bleed ice

My mind is the blade
My eyes the knife
The light there fades
My treatise to entice

My screams are swallowed 
By the empty abyss 
My Heart is hollowed
My smile betrays bliss 

In utterance I wallow
My pain...

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I wonder what they'll learn of me
After a thorough autopsy,
Once my thoughts stop mattering,
And decay takes everything.
I wonder what or if they'll regret,
I wonder if they feel guilty yet. 

How much is a human life, 
What's the worth of writhing strife?
Can you put a price...

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I might self-destruct at any minute
tick tick 
boom goes the dynamite
it’s suppression
confusion
so tangled i can’t even put it into 
words
What a tangled web i weave.
Or we weave.

Is it you or i at fault?
it’s just that i am sensitive
to things (under)
the surface
a pulse of a real...

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Fomented cycles
address only lonely lips
kiss free denials...

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Autopsy of a Bitter Heart

My thoughts vomited upon the page. 
No rhyme, no reason, no beauty;
Raw, bare muscle and torn flesh.
No cute love hearts colored red and pink;
No, this is the heart of human anatomy. 
The heart bared with a “Y” incision on a stark,...

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The Amourette Autopsy 
 
In vesper’s curt caress there seems no bind 
To daylight’s brim or morning’s dire decree- 
Your vertigo embrace confounded vows, 
Within a steel wheeled cauldron we stirred swamps 
We hyperventilated hurricanes 
Cajoled embraces, arrogated from 
your groom and registry and welling...

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Staining the floor with her shards
and slicing the hands of the coroner
the broken doll rests in pieces.
Her etched face glances skywards
her beaded eyes trapped staring into the sun.
“Pushed too far,” the coroner says.
Porcelain women weep at the side of the autopsy table.
“Bury the fragments,” the...

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The Autopsy 

This is a good day cold but with sunshine
and hard soil which with a mechanical digger 
is easy to open for a newly dead
When a patient dies, he/she is sent down 
to the doctor in the basement who do the autopsy
he speaks into...

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Imam Hassan.
Bruce lee.
Eva braun.
Georgi markov.
Theodore romzha.
Valterovich litvinenko.
Mahendra Tripathi.
Yogendra sony.
Steve clayton.
Mary yoder.
Stacy robinson.
Note. It is to be said that harshad mehta was Poisoned in jail....

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& death swallowed my grandmother when i was twelve.

there are some memories that hunt you while asleep
& some spill goosebumps on the fabric of your skin.

i lost count of the nights i pour tears out my eyes, 
there were days i keep my fingers steady...

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