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I am not a thief or a godless heathen
There is no such thing as body stealing
Clothes and jewelry are left behind
To take those would be a crime
We resurrectionist are men of science
Without us anatomist would be blind
To know the inner-workings of a body
Why our profession is the noblest of mankind
It is a shame that we must operate in stealth
Even the moon betrays our work
Flat wooden shovels dampen the noise
A rope wrapped around the neck to pull out bodies
The conditions are most deplorable
Putrefaction is usually the norm
And with stench comes disease
Smallpox is what we heed
We are looked upon as ghouls of the grave
But look at the good we make!
Teeth are used for dentures
Wigs are made from a their hair
We provide a service beyond compare
The vanguard of science should be applauded
Instead, mobs threaten us with violence
Ungrateful, superstitious peasants
Don't they know we are renaissance resurrectionists?
Thomas Coston
From PoemHunter.com
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