Necrophiliacs Eat Worms Out of Mouths of the Dead
Necrophiliacs Eat Worms Out of Mouths of the Dead
Necrophiliacs Eat Worms Out of Mouths of the Dead
Scouring the bones and sinews of long-held day
And wielded by efforts wrought like a shedding snake
Loathsomely seeking the glint of the giant's head
They pile the body on top the mound that death decay
Chomping the moar, not fed but fled, away they soar
Nothing but sand and stone and mud and flowers
In vain, a desperate enterprise not likely met today
Laurels flat and stamped by rest's fallow flight at night
Revelation negated, and shoulders slumped in due fright
That might anon come by way of stealing food for naught
Look! Within that fire, a pilot light that governs right
Guilelessly holds the gaze of mighty men away from blight
That cramps the innards of the ivy-crawled walls a'bought
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