Autopsy

Fallen deity

Lying cold on my mortuary slab

Slicing and sawing

Digging deep into his head

I look deep into the deceiver’s eyes

To analyze this evil mind

Destroyer of free will

Creator of mental disease

Remove the brain

Crush it between my fingers

His empty skull will serve

As my vile decoration

Incision, open torso

Removal of innards

Evisceration

Intestinal relocation

An empty shell lie

Upon my operating table

Once almighty

Now just dead flesh

6 days

Of pathological surgery

Recreate the maker

In my image

And on the 7th day

I stand back and observe

Filled with pride

Of my sick work

Y shaped stitches across his rotting chest

A disfigured corpse sewn together for public display