Being your Cadaver.

In this room so hushed and still, With silence thick, a solemn chill, I wear a lotion, cold and clear, Formalin's touch, to keep me near. To stay fresh, with life-like hue, I wait for you to come and view, My silent form, a learning ground, Explore the secrets that abound. Oh, dear student, see me through, With your sharp tools, and knowledge true, Let me be your guide, your light, In your journey to heal and fight. Handle me with care, with grace, From the first day, embrace this place, For in my stillness, wisdom lies, To help you soar, to help you rise.