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Insipid bellow
from the
chimney.
In the
crevet I calmly
and
for hot dry
human slag
still in the
grate.

ebullition,
bones tar, tallow
for my horticulture
so I may cultivate..

Your mortal mechanism
in rich.
In the turf you lie
for the taking.

Charred
as as lime,
no do I need.
Deteriorated
as top-soil
to and
seed.
Spreading this potash
as ash matured.
my rich harvest.
Bring out dead...
for use as manure!

Irrigating are shed.
But the must be fed.
And no rest for the dead.

and dusting up
the spilt of urns.
Every morsel that
as in the fire.
Extinguishing all
of dispatch.
These charred desired.

Exequiet performed.
A sooting up the flu.
my execrable inferno.
Even in the
work to do.

The nitrogen content
the is weak.
At the graveside cry.
You're never to again.

Burnt brisket
the
to my seed.
bodies
are my
to use them as feed.
Ploughing abhorrant
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
out your dead
for the to devour.

Dry the are bled.
the ground
be fed.
Still no for the dead.

I
in the grate.

to ashes.
to dust.
Diluted in
and on crops.
Charcoal, fats,
flesh and
fertilising
with active rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

to ashes.
to dust.
Renewing the
corpses corrupt.
scrapings,
a must.
To the hot
the are trussed.

Harvesting the
to the soil.
the spent
with my spoils...

Reaping the
to the land.
Replenishing pastures
with my sleight of hand.
Restoring the balance.
my seed.
Defalcating the
I and glean.

So I my contrite lament.
for the dead.
Their rest I disturb.
should stand row upon row
of cold grey stones
my crops now grow.