The Autopsy Poem

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In a sterile room, with lights so bright,
A solemn scene that shrouds the night,
A doctor's gaze, meticulous and keen,
As he performs a task, somber and serene.
With scalpel in hand, he begins to trace,
A life now ended, a familiar face,
A puzzle to solve, a mystery to unfold,
Through careful examination, truth be told.
He dissects the body with skillful care,
Seeking answers, unaware,
Of the stories hidden within the flesh,
The secrets kept, now fresh.
Each incision reveals a clue,
Of how a life once lived and grew,
The autopsist's eyes, a solemn stare,
Piecing together the puzzle with utmost care.
A solemn duty, a somber task,
To uncover the truth, no question to ask,
A science mingled with emotions deep,
As the autopsy unravels the secrets to keep.
In the quiet of the autopsy room,
A tale of life and death, a silent gloom,
With reverence and respect for the departed,
The autopsy reveals a story, finely charted.