Necrotic tissue, where life withdraws, A silent echo of nature's flaws. First, blood deserts, its flow denied, Cells wither and fade, their light untied.
Moreover, infection may stake its claim, Bacteria thrive, igniting the flame. Thus trauma strikes with brutal might, Burns, frost, or crushes steal the fight.
Yet toxins whisper, their venomous voice, Rendering tissue without a choice. Indeed, ischemia leads the fray, Starving regions to waste away.
For in coagulation, organs harden still, Hearts and kidneys yield to will. Meanwhile, liquefaction leaves its trail, A soupy despair where enzymes prevail.
So caseous necrosis, a textured scene, Like softened cheese in yellow and green. Additionally, fat succumbs in strife, Pancreas scarred, its essence of life.
Above all, gangrene spreads its grasp, A hand of death, in decay it clasps. Dry and firm or wet with rot, A gas-filled blight time won’t allot.
Therefore, to manage, one must begin, With cleansing measures from within. Debridement clears the path anew, Removing remnants of lifeless hue.
Moreover, antibiotics wage their war, Shielding the body to heal once more. Circulation improved, the flow restored, Hope rekindled, health explored.
Thus, necrosis yields to the healer’s care, A story of damage, a fight laid bare. Through every scar, the lesson grows, Life’s fragility, yet strength it shows.
