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

ebullition,
bones tar, tallow
for my horticulture
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.
Deteriorated
as top-soil
to and
seed.
Spreading human potash
as ash matured.
Recycling my harvest.
out your dead...
for use as manure!

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

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

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

The nitrogen high
the is weak.
At the graveside cry.
You're to wake again.

Burnt brisket
the
to my seed.
bodies
are my
to use as plant feed.
this abhorrant
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
Bring out your
for the to devour.

Dry the are bled.
because the
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
active furtile rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

to ashes.
to dust.
Renewing the
with 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.
exhausted pastures
with my uncanny 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 remembrance
my crops now grow.