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

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

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

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

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

Tipping and up
the contents of urns.
morsel that glows
as in the fire.
all hope
of dispatch.
These chassis desired.

rites performed.
A sooting up the flu.
my execrable inferno.
Even in the
there's to do.

The nitrogen content
the is weak.
At the mourners cry.
never to wake again.

Burnt brisket
the
to my seed.
Cremated
are my
to use them as feed.
Ploughing abhorrant
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
Bring out your
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,
and soot
fertilising
active furtile rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

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

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

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

So I my contrite lament.
for the dead.
Their which I disturb.
Where should stand row row
of cold grey stones
my cash now grow.