TO ALL THEIR BLACKENED EARS (A TALE OF GRAVE DIGGERS)

To all their blackened ears
Mass of illness and death
Conceive reality of fears
Paleface ashes of theft

A diet of eels for growth
Workaday bones with pungent eyes
Two legged miracles not to loaf
Naked squat of lowly flies

Love over deathbeds grief
Decayed workrooms of flesh
Lasting madness of the thief
Artificial life not meant to mesh

Dead black limbs and head
Homeless buried road undone
Prayer on an empty deathbed
Discovered at the rise of sun

The loss of love quenched his soul
But when he heard the death bell toll
It couldn't replace what death stole
No creation creates, if not from love's mold