700 Autopsies

The white contrasting with the blood red
The cold metal that cuts the skin and the flesh
The clean atmosphere its placed by visceras
And I smell the most rotten flesh was made
The first incision is in the neck ties till abdomen
Displaying the beauty of an open belly

700 autopsies
Places the scalpel to work
700 autopsies
The perfection of butchery

They are moved away the bones from the chest
They removed the organs
They are made the measures and taken off the weight
Here the livings learn with deceased
Fluids and gases make its part
Cuts clean, anatomically always right