Spumous Erubescent Death

Insipid fumes fromst the atrabilious chimney

Whilst in the sanctified crevet I pillage

For human slag

Still steaming in the crematorium's pyre

Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates

For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate

Spumous erubescent death

Your mortal mechanism dies

In nutrients rich

In the hallowed turf you die

Charred sinew's as lime, no phosphates do I need

Deteriorated flesh as top-soil, to replenish and nourish

Spreading this human potash, as ash matured

Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead

For use as manure

Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed

And there's no rest for the dead

Spumous erubescent death

Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns

Every morsel that glows as embers on the fire

Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch

These charred chassis desired

Exquisite rites now performed, a coronary sooting up the flu

Enter my execrable inferno

The nitrogen content's high

But the flesh is weak

At the graveside mourners cry

You're never to wake again

Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed

Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed

Ploughing this abhorrent human manure

Seedling my rich harvest, bring out your dead

For the soils to devour

Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed

And there's still no rest for the dead

I propagate

Dust in the grate

Spumous Erubescent death

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops

Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture

Incumbent, latent calories are spent

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, renewing the land with corpses corrupt

Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must

Harvesting the defouled, to fertilise my soil

Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils

Reaping the gone, to nourish the land

Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand

Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed

Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean

So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead

Their rest which I disturb

Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones

My cash crops now grow

Spumous erubescent death