By the sterile glow of intense, harsh fluorescent light,
Open caskets fill the room, a lost graveyard in clear sight,
A cadaver lies cold with a pallid disposition.
Adorned in blue, a grim student nears with a shaky hand,
Peering into empty psyche of which time did not stand,
The body is frigid, quiet, in a lifeless condition.
Yet something perseveres, a remnant of the spirit,
The heart is not beating but the whole world can still hear it,
Academia will not let there be silence, but console.
A respectful, Charonian presence is the priority,
As students honor the solemn oath of Hippocrates,
With scalpels passed down by generation with each life toll.
With every curious incision and keen serration,
We guide corporeal for metaphysical migration,
Vessels of sorrow become celebrations of the soul.
Medical Humanities & Arts Anthology 
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