A post-mortem report, a solemn task, To shed light on what's come to pass, A record of the final breath, And what may have led to death.

It tells of every wound and scar, And notes of organs, both near and far, With careful detail, it explains, What caused the heart to stop, the brain to wane.

The pathologist, with steady hand, Dissects and studies, strand by strand, Searching for clues to uncover, The reason for life to be no longer.

In every word and line they write, They seek the truth with all their might, So families left behind may find, A sense of closure, peace of mind.

Though it may seem a morbid chore, A post-mortem report helps restore, A sense of order to a life undone, And help us to accept what's gone.