Cadavers Poem by Muogbo Ifeanyi

How I remember their leathery looks;
faces marred by cruel death's hook.
How I detest that eerie calm;
death's grip imparts like a spooky balm.
How I remember that imperial mood;
my blade's sharp edge confers like a puissant hood.
With precision and calculation, my blade cut;
layers of fascia and muscles, o'er and through them it rode tall.
Gory and sanguine, the cadaver seemed;
it's eerie calm, it never lost.