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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