| Virchow’s method is the heart of prosector life
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| Pen-gripped scalpels and palm-gripped section knives
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| 19th century dissection methods still relevant today
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| Systematic journeys of corpses rudely flayed
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| Pathological anatomy married with forensics
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| Notating viscera in situ: a concept then eccentric
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| Opening carcasses in a highly ordered Virchow
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| Guide my hand
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| Removing jellied organs from crumbling husks of waste
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| Putrefaction inspires haste as tissues whisk to paste
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| Following the method that Virchow gave to us
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| Before the dead is laid to rest, we mire through the sickening pus
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| Tearing open carcasses, a frenzied labored job
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| I weigh the heart then section liver
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| It comes away with repugnant wet pop
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| Dissecting entire organ systems at once
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| A chain of glistening innards to expertly trounce
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| Thoracic chamber-a cave of bony hazards
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| Abdominal system-decrepit, stinking cupboard
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| Tearing my gloves on ragged costal arches
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| I manhandle the kidneys and they split with tiny notches
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| I drop my bread knife in the gassy, reeking cess
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| Suction from the putrefaction yanks my glove into the mess
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| Split the trunk
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| Right down its length
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| Rudolph Virchow
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| Give me strength
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| Revolting belching stiffs reduced to collapsed slab
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| Disassembled, emptied out, and stuffed in biohazard bags
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| Rudolph Virchow
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| Lives in these halls
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| The morgue, his home
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| His disciples-all
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| We carve and hack
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| Seeking death
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| We steadfast priests
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| Of The Last Breath
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| Done my time
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| In ME school
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| The chow’s a joke
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| The work is cruel
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| My trade is sick
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| But I’m compelled
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| Rudolph Virchow
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| Taught me well |