Fermented Offal Discharge

The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating… I vomit…
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents…
I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse…
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents…
The open casket reveals the rot
Into weak stomach I slide my hands
Intensifying fumes I like to snort

Colon and small intestine
Sliced and ripped out of the foul body
Duodenum I minch – all should be treated equal
Rotten stool and urine
Spurt out of fermented organs
I discharged and raped – putrified giblets disembowel

Decrepit spleen and pancreas I’ve torn and gutted
I eviscerate stomach and cysts
Liver is torn and twisted – turning inside out
A fermented offal discharge – Disembowel…

Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags
As basic for my culinary…

Putrefied internal fragments,
Fermented offal discharge…