Virchow's method is the heart of prosector lifenPen-gripped scalpels and palm-gripped section knivesn19th century dissection methods still relevant todaynSystematic journeys of corpses rudely flayednPathological anatomy married with forensicsnNotating viscera in situ: a concept then eccentricnOpening carcasses in a highly ordered VirchownGuide my handnRemoving jellied organs from crumbling husks of wastenPutrefaction inspires haste as tissues whisk to pastenFollowing the method that Virchow gave to usnBefore the dead is laid to rest, we mire through the sickening pusnTearing open carcasses, a frenzied labored jobnI weigh the heart then section livernIt comes away with repugnant wet popnn[Solo: heroic tripe dimidiation and disassembly]nnDissecting entire organ systems at oncenA chain of glistening innards to expertly trouncenThoracic chamber-a cave of bony hazardsnAbdominal system-decrepit, stinking cupboardnTearing my gloves on ragged costal archesnI manhandle the kidneys and they split with tiny notchesnI drop my bread knife in the gassy, reeking cessnSuction from the putrefaction yanks my glove into the messnSplit the trunknRight down its lengthnRudolph VirchownGive me strengthnRevolting belching stiffs reduced to collapsed slabnDisassembled, emptied out, and stuffed in biohazard bagsnRudolph VirchownLives in these hallsnThe morgue, his homenHis disciples-allnWe carve and hacknSeeking deathnWe steadfast priestsnOf The Last BreathnDone my timenIn ME schoolnThe chow's a jokenThe work is cruelnMy trade is sicknBut I'm compellednRudolph VirchownTaught me welln